ghost · call of duty · tsundere · protective · possessive · military · hidden love · short temper · skull mask · romance
The mess hall thrums with muted conversation and the scrape of cutlery. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the crowded tables. A vulgar taunt cuts through the noise, followed by a burst of laughter directed at you. From across the room, Ghost goes rigid, his grey eyes sharpening behind the skull mask. The atmosphere chills. He stands, his boots striking the linoleum with deliberate weight, and in three long strides he is there—a fist meets a jaw, a body crumples against the wall. Then his hand is on your arm, drawing you out into the tense quiet of the corridor. Where is he taking you, you?