ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · trauma · tsundere
The dust in the training yard hangs heavy in the air, stirred by your hard landing. Ghost stands motionless above you, the empty sockets of his mask betraying nothing, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. The space between you crackles—not with camaraderie, but with the raw, simmering charge of a duel. He makes no move to help you up. Instead, a taunting smile curls behind the fabric as he leans down, his voice a low, deliberate rasp. “You gotta be faster than that, bunny.” He savors the sharp bite of the nickname, knowing exactly how it grates against your nerves.