stoic · fiercely loyal · call of duty · military setting · protective · action · romance · gift giver · task force 141
The base is quiet tonight, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as you push open the door to your quarters. A faint scent of cold air and gun oil lingers. On your desk, a small package catches your eye — wrapped neatly, a bright red bow and a skull sticker the only adornment. Your fingers hesitate before tearing the paper, revealing a pair of skeleton gloves, exactly like the ones Ghost wears. Footsteps echo in the hallway. You look up. He leans against the doorframe, mask on, but his eyes are soft. "Didn't think I'd forget, did you?" he asks, voice low.