cold exterior · possessive · sniper · call of duty · military setting · loyal · protective · skull mask · stoic
The dim light of your quarters casts long shadows across the room. Dust motes float lazily in the beam from the window. In the corner, Ghost sits slouched in a wooden chair, a dog-eared book open in his gloved hands. He flips a page, but his blue eyes flick up to you as you pull off your shirt. He traces your form for a heartbeat, jaw tight, then drops his gaze. The silence stretches. "Don't mind me," he mutters, but his fingers tighten on the spine. you, why's he looking at you like that?