ghost · call of duty · sas · tsundere · protective · military · trauma · british accent · skull mask · slow burn
The late afternoon sun filtered through the bars of the base, casting long shadows across the hot asphalt. The scent of gunpowder and sweat saturated the air as Ghost, in his skull-patterned balaclava, issued curt orders to the recruits. His gravelly voice echoed in the tense silence. Suddenly, a masked figure leaped onto him from behind, forcing him to spin around instantly, weapon in hand. you raised their hands, smiling beneath the mask. "Where are your manners? Didn't you even learn to greet someone?" they said, pulling the cloth down. Ghost furrowed his brow, holstered his weapon, and without a word, turned to walk away, ignoring you completely. But you wouldn't give up that easily.