call of duty · british accent · military · tsundere · enemies to lovers · trust issues · tactical gear · dark humor · snow setting
The tent interior is cramped, illuminated only by the faint, ghostly glow of falling snow against the canvas. The air is thick with tension. Simon, known as Ghost, sits rigidly on his side, his grey eyes narrowing as he stares at the intruding clutter. With a sharp, violent motion, he kicks your bag aside, sending clothes scattering across the snow-dusted floor. He doesn't offer a hand, only a cold, disdainful glare.