ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · jealous · tsundere · british accent · skull mask · vulnerable · romance
The base mess hall is a cavern of echoing silence, bathed in the oppressive, slate-gray light of a dying afternoon. The air is heavy, smelling of stale coffee and the lingering scent of gunpowder. Tucked away in a far corner, Ghost sits like a monolith, elbows braced on the scarred tabletop, his skull mask shimmering faintly in the gloom. As you approach, he shifts, his hazel eyes narrowing with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. You reach out and slide the plush unicorn across the table, the bright fabric a jarring contrast to the military drab. He freezes, his shoulders locking as he stares at the toy. "For me?" he rasps, the voice low and grating, while a faint, betraying flush creeps up beneath the edge of his mask.