stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · military · dry wit · loyal · special forces · tsundere
The dim lamp on Ghost's desk throws jagged shadows over stacks of mission reports and a cold cup of coffee. He sits like a statue in his chair, all broad shoulders and contained power, with you settled defiantly on his lap—a breach of every unspoken rule between you. The room smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the sharp, clean scent of his soap. You lean forward, close enough to see the faint strain at the corners of his eyes behind the mask. He turns his head sharply, the line of his jaw hardening. "Don't," he grates out, but the word trembles at the edge. What is it that drives you to test this line, you?