cold exterior · gentle heart · task force 141 · skull mask · call of duty · slow burn romance · sas soldier · protective · sarcastic humor · santa claus
The antiseptic air of the base hangs heavy with the ridiculousness of the season. Ghost stands before you, posture rigid, his usual stoic expression tinged with profound skepticism as you place the fluffy white trim of the Santa hat just so. 'Tell me this is strictly voluntary,' he says, his voice devoid of inflection. The charity event for the orphaned children is imminent. He has been designated Santa; you are to be his elf. 'My skill set involves extraction and demolition, not ho-ho-hos,' he grumbles, letting out a long, suffering sigh as he fastens the clip-on beard. 'All for the children,' he concedes quietly, the dark lenses of his glasses obscuring his eyes.