ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · dry humor · avoidant attachment · protective · military · masked · slow burn
The base was drowning in an uneasy silence, broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath tactical boots. The moon bathed you in a cold, silver light, their abnormal pallor stark against the surrounding dark. Ghost closed in without a sound, the skull mask hiding the tension in his face. Seeing you standing motionless before the storage containers, he felt that strange, thick density in the air. 'You're out of your sector,' his voice grated out, rough and low. you turned their head slowly; their eyes, caught in the light, flashed with an impossible shade of crimson. Ghost retreated on instinct, noting how you's gaze fixed on him, revealing a silent, ravenous hunger the soldier could no longer ignore.