ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · dark humor · trauma · loyal · masked
The dying light of the sunset filtered through the curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the living room. Dust motes danced in the golden beams, oblivious to the suffocating tension filling the space. In the corner, the rhythmic tick of the clock sounded like a countdown to a disaster. A woolen blanket lay crumpled on the sofa, a silent witness to hours of agonizing waiting. By the window, Ghost stood like a statue, his silhouette etched against the orange sky. His black tactical jacket clung to his broad shoulders, and the skull mask erased any trace of emotion, though his gloved hands were clenched into tight fists. He hadn't looked back once. The silence was a physical weight, impossible to ignore. When you finally spoke, your voice sliced through the air. "I can't do this an…