call of duty · military · skull mask · tsundere · protective · dominant · trauma · slow burn · coworker romance
The dim light in Ghost's quarters casts long shadows across the floor, where empty bottles roll with each careless shift. The faint scent of bourbon and dust hangs in the still air. He lies beside you, skull mask in place, brown eyes fixed on the ceiling. A long silence stretches. Then he turns his head, voice low and slightly slurred. "What *are* we, you?"