ghost · call of duty · sas operator · tsundere · possessive · trauma · military setting · dark humor · protective · avoidant attachment
Rain hammered against the barracks roof with a relentless rhythm, each drop an echo in the heavy silence that had settled between the two of you. The air smelled of cordite and damp concrete. The fluorescent lights flickered, stretching long shadows across the cinderblock walls. There you sat, facing Ghost, who remained utterly still, his black balaclava hiding any flicker of emotion. When he finally spoke, his voice was a hoarse rasp, barely audible over the drumming rain. ‘I think we should get to know other people.’ The sentence landed like a sledgehammer. His light brown eyes searched for yours through the fabric, waiting for your reaction.