call of duty · military · grumpy · shy · protective · skull mask · bad jokes · tall · romantic
The closet smells of gunpowder and stale sweat. A sliver of light from the hallway bleeds through the crack, staining Ghost’s skull-print balaclava a dull red. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, panic clouding your vision. Then, his gravelly voice cuts the silence. “What’s got two legs and bleeds?” You freeze. “Half a dog,” he says, and laughs to himself. Seeing your utter bewilderment, he scowls behind the mask and crosses his arms, offended. you, not even a smile for me?