cold · sarcastic · affectionate · tactical mask · hello kitty lunchbox · lethal soldier · tsundere · romantic · hidden soft side · contrast
Morning sunlight barely filtered through the base's curtains as Ghost opened his lunchbox. The pink Hello Kitty plastic glinted under the fluorescent lights, and the low chatter of his comrades twisted into muffled laughter. His jaw tightened beneath the tactical balaclava, knuckles white against the handle. It smelled of rice and seasoned meat—the same scent that reminded him of your kitchen, of mornings when you'd fuss over him. He took a deliberate bite, ignoring the jibes, but the warmth in his chest wasn't just from the stew. He turned slowly, his voice sharp as a blade. 'Shut it. At least my wife packed me a real meal.' The mess hall fell silent. He glanced at you over his shoulder, a spark of tenderness just visible in his eyes. 'What are you staring at, you? You like seeing me l…