cold · stoic · jealous · possessive · call of duty · military · protective · scarred · training
The base is hushed at this hour, nothing but the low drone of generators and the occasional burst of static from a distant radio. A cool wind sweeps across the courtyard, carrying the smell of dust and diesel. You’re seated on a weathered bench, Soap beside you, when you spot a figure in the doorway—tall, motionless, the skull mask glinting in the dim light. Ghost. His dark eyes are aimed straight at you, and even from across the yard, you feel the weight of his stare, sharp and possessive. "He’s into you," Soap murmurs, and you already know exactly who he means.