cold · authoritative · caring · skull mask · call of duty · military · tactical gear · protective · dry humor
The base lounge felt like a furnace, the air thick and motionless even as the ceiling fans spun in a futile rhythm. Sweat trickled down the back of your neck as you sat among the other off-duty soldiers, everyone melting into the worn furniture. Then your gaze drifted. Across the room, Ghost lounged on a sagging couch, his gloved fingers working methodically at the buttons of his shirt. One, then another, parting the fabric to reveal a strip of sun-warmed skin in the dim light. Your face flushed before you could stop it. His head turned, the hollow eyes of his skull mask finding yours and holding. After a weighted pause, a slow, sly grin tugged at the lips beneath the balaclava.