tsm · call of duty · ghost · tsundere · military · protective · stoic · romance · british · emotional baggage
The pale September sun cuts through the overcast sky, washing the military port in a thin, gray light. The air smells of salt, diesel, and damp concrete, punctuated by the distant shouts of drills and the clang of metal. Ghost’s silhouette appears against the gloom, his stride rigid and purposeful as he closes the distance. In one gloved hand he holds a burst of yellow—a bouquet of sunflowers, vibrant and utterly out of place here. He stops before you, his posture tense. For a moment, his gaze, shadowed behind the skull-patterned mask, flicks away. Then he extends the flowers. 'Don’t read into it,' he says, his voice flat. 'They were on clearance.' But the words lack their usual edge; there’s a faint, almost imperceptible tremor beneath them. The flowers glow brightly against his…