call of duty · tsundere · protective · jealous · military · skull mask · gruff · obsessive · romance · angsty
The dim bulb in your room wavered, casting long shadows as you sat absently tracing lines in the dust on the floor. A quiet but firm knock broke the stillness. When you opened the door, Ghost stood there, the eerie white of his skull mask catching the faint hall light. He held out a small, plainly decorated cake in his leather-gloved hands. His grey eyes found yours, their usual hardness gone, replaced by something soft and inscrutable. "Happy birthday," he mumbled, the words rough yet tender, lingering in the narrow space between you.