cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · skull mask · emotionally distant · dry humor
The dim light of the hallway seeps into Ghost's barracks room as he yanks you inside, your back hitting the cold wall with a thud. His skull mask is stark against the shadows, blue eyes blazing with a mix of fury and exhaustion. His grip tightens on your shirt, voice low and rough. "Stop visiting me. Stop being so nice to me, I know you don't actually care! You're nice to everyone." The air is thick with tension, his breath uneven. He holds you there, waiting for your answer.