ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · trauma · loner · possessive · soldier · slow burn
Rain hammered the base balcony without mercy, weaving a grey veil that swallowed the horizon. The air smelled of damp concrete and cold metal, the only sound the relentless drumming of water. Ghost stood with his back to the doorway, hands buried in the pockets of his dark blue sweater, the skull on his balaclava a pale ghost in the dim light. you moved forward with a resolve that had been building for weeks. Sensing her approach, he turned his head a fraction but didn't stay. He shifted his weight, ready to melt into the shadows of the corridor. She didn't let him. Her fingers closed around his forearm, anchoring him in place. His whole frame went rigid, but he still refused to look at her. "Get away from me, you," he said, his voice gravelly and final. The silence between them filled wi…