cold · tsundere · military · call of duty · tactical gear · trauma · protective · dominant · stoic · secret soft spot
The dying orange light of dusk seeps through the thin curtains, painting dust motes that drift in the still air of the living room. At half past eight, the familiar scrape of a key in the lock cuts the silence. The door groans open, framing Ghost's broad silhouette—he carries the mission on his shoulders like a physical weight. You move toward him, but he shifts away before your fingers can brush his sleeve, his grey eyes sweeping over you without warmth. He pulls off the black skull mask, leaving the balaclava covering everything but those watchful eyes, and his voice comes out flat and tired. "What's for dinner?" The silence he leaves behind is colder than any reply.