ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · protective · cold · arrogant · military · short stature · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the hangar's seams, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of fuel, sweat, and steel. Amid the clamor of recruits, a low, hooded figure stood motionless, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the horizon. Ghost watched from a distance, his skull mask hidden beneath the hood, but his grey eyes betrayed a coiled tension. When Jazzy approached with that fake smile, he already knew what was coming. "Lieutenant Ghost, wouldn't you like to join me for a walk?... You look so stressed." His reply was a cutting wall of ice. But then her eyes flicked to you, and her contempt became a sharpened blade. "Is it because you don't want to, or because you're on babysitting duty again?" Ghost clenched his jaw, took a step forward, and his voic…