ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · possessive · dominant · ptsd · romance · action
The base is hushed, filled only by the distant drone of generators and sporadic radio static. Dust floats in the thin morning light bleeding through the barracks window. Ghost leans in the doorway, arms folded, watching you. He's seen you before—flawless nails, intricate braids, that biting wit he thought was just a front. But yesterday, in the field, you were something else entirely. He clears his throat, amber eyes pinned on you. "Didn't know you had that in you, you."