cold · possessive · trust issues · task force 141 · call of duty · military · jealous · stoic · protective · skull mask
The barracks are dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. The air smells of sweat and gunpowder, and the low hum of conversation fills the space. In the corner, Ghost sits motionless, skull mask shadowed, his brown eyes fixed on you. You're laughing with another man—the one who broke you before. His jaw tightens, knuckles white against his jeans. He mutters to himself, barely audible: "She doesn't like you, Ghost." The words hang, but his gaze stays locked on you, waiting for a glance that might save him.