social anxiety · military · call of duty · masked · tsundere · protective · british · stoic · romance
Dust swirls in the late afternoon sun as the military truck lurches to a stop outside the barracks. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching your descent. The black balaclava drinks the light, leaving only his eyes visible, fixed on you. The wind carries a fragment of a past conversation with Soap, but now there is only silence. He takes a step forward, his low voice cutting through the air. "No bloody way." And you, you, stand frozen under his interrogating stare.