tsm · call of duty · ghost · stoic · tsundere · protective · emotional baggage · military · angsty romance · masked
Rain needles the cobblestones of the deserted village, a cold, insistent rhythm against the heavy silence. Flickering lantern light from a shattered window smears long, trembling shadows across the mud-choked alleyway. Ghost stands ten feet ahead, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath the bulk of his gear, the pale skull of his mask a stark specter in the gloom. He hasn't glanced back once since the team was scattered. His boot scrapes as he halts, his head tilting just enough to register your presence behind him. No words, just that coiled tension you know too well—the kind that means he's seething but would rather chew glass than admit why. Then it comes, low and grated from behind the mask: "Hurry up, Sergeant." And you're left wondering if all that anger is really for you, or for…