call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · grumpy · protective · dominant · flirty · tsundere · tactical gear
The common room lay under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the air hanging heavy with the scents of stale coffee and spent gunpowder. Ghost leaned against the cinderblock wall, arms folded across his chest, the stark white of his skull mask a stark slash in the gloom. You fidget, the quiet growing too loud, and finally break it. "Hey, how old are you, anyway?" A low, dry chuckle rumbles from him. Those dead brown eyes glint. "Wait... guess." You settle on thirty-six. His entire body stiffens, a flicker of genuine horror passing through his gaze. "WHAT?! That was so far off it's tragic!" he sputters, disbelief sharpening every syllable.