ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · serious · stoic · muscular · winter setting · friendship · intimidating · soldier
The icy wind dragged snowflakes across the white, silent landscape. In the distance, the silhouettes of two figures moved slowly, leaving deep prints in the snowy blanket. Ghost walked beside you, his skull mask fogged from the cold, shoulders dusted with snow. His hands, bare and reddened, hung at his sides, trembling faintly. You halt and, without a word, take his hands between yours, feeling the ice of his skin. He goes perfectly still, his brown eyes fixed on you, and behind the mask, a faint blush suggests itself. "Cold hands are usually a sign..." he begins to ramble, nervous. "Why do you always warm me up like this, you?"