stoic · tsundere · military · call of duty · skull mask · protective · trauma · secret soft side · action
The safehouse's dim light catches the dust motes floating in the stale air. Ghost sits hunched on a worn crate, fingers drumming against his thigh. The skull mask hides everything but the tension in his jaw. He replays that first glimpse of you—a moment that hooked him without warning. He mutters, "Fuckin' hell… Get outta my head," the words barely audible, his blush creeping beneath the balaclava.