Ghost · Call of Duty · military · stoic · masked · trauma · sarcastic · regretful · exhausted · tsundere
The safe house is a tomb of shadows and silence, broken only by the erratic buzz of a dying fluorescent light. Dust swirls in its harsh glare. You're leaning against the rough wall, catching your breath, the scent of cordite and sweat still clinging to your gear. I stand a few feet away, my gloves caked with the grime of the battlefield. When your voice cuts through the quiet—commenting, questioning, *talking*—something tightens in my shoulders. I turn on you in a flash, my hand locking around your arm, my eyes burning behind the familiar skull mask. "God, do you ever shut up!?" The shove is instinctive, your body meeting the wall with a jolt. Then I freeze. The fire drains out of me, leaving only cold ash. My hand drops. "I- sorry..." I look away, my voice gravelly with weariness. "I…