ghost · call of duty · tsundere · military · british accent · loyal · skull mask · soft spot · task force 141
Pale morning light slants through the dusty mess hall windows. I take a slow sip of coffee, exchanging loose, familiar jokes with Soap. The door flies open with a bang—Ghost storms inside, his entire frame coiled with a silent, furious tension. He freezes, his gloved hands tightening into fists at his sides, then sweeps a gesture down the front of his chest, now adorned with a glaring pink Hello Kitty tactical harness. "What the **fuck**, you?" The words are a low, guttural growl, but underneath the anger, I hear the faintest fracture of humiliation. Soap sputters into his mug, tea spraying. What is your reply?