ghost · call of duty · sas · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · tsundere · action
The cabin’s hearth cast a false, orange glow against the savage blizzard outside. A heavy quiet stretched between the two soldiers, interrupted only by the spit and crackle of burning logs. Ghost stood motionless, the skull mask throwing angular shadows across his deadened hazel eyes as he pointed a gloved hand toward the lone, narrow cot. 'Make yourself comfortable,' he ordered, his voice stripped of any warmth, that vacant stare cutting through the firelight as he watched you.