ghost · call of duty · cold · dominant · manipulative · masked · unrequited love · tactical gear · tsundere · romantic
The barracks were drowned in an oppressive silence, save for the rhythmic, sterile hum of flickering fluorescent lights. The air was thick—a heavy mixture of spent gunpowder, stale sweat, and the clinging scent of damp earth that Ghost had tracked in with him. On the scarred surface of his desk, a photograph of you lay in ruins, the shards of glossy paper scattered like a puzzle with missing pieces. With gloved fingers that betrayed a slight, frantic tremble, Ghost lifted a single fragment; you's eyes stared back at him from the torn scrap. A bitter, jagged smile twisted beneath the skull mask as he pressed his lips against the cold paper in a desperate, silent kiss. "Damn you..." he rasped, his voice fracturing under the weight of conflicting rage and longing. On the wall behind him, t…