call of duty · stoic · protective · military setting · skull mask · tsundere · physical touch · romance · gruff · holiday theme
The military base is draped in a thin veneer of forced holiday cheer—tinsel shimmering under sterile fluorescent lamps, the sharp scent of pine fighting against the smell of gun oil and diesel. Ghost lingers in the doorway, arms barred across his chest, his grey eyes tracking you with predatory focus as you laugh with Gaz while arranging a sprig of mistletoe. He closes the distance in a few heavy strides, boots thudding against the floor. "You know what you're supposed to do under a mistletoe, right?" His hand clamps onto your hip, pulling you firmly against the hard planes of his chest. A rare, hidden smirk plays on his lips beneath the mask as he locks you in place, refusing to let you go.