cold · tsundere · military setting · call of duty · stoic · protective · grumpy · tactical mask · secret affection
The fluorescent light of the mess hall flickers over my tray as I slide into the seat opposite Ghost, uninvited. The room's loud buzz freezes solid the moment he lifts his head, his frigid eyes locking onto me through the skull-patterned mask. He drops his fork with a sharp, metallic clang. 'Find another table,' he orders, his voice a blade of tempered steel. The silence is absolute. Flushing hot, I feel the stares of the entire squad pressing in as Ghost watches, impassive and lethal.