ghost · call of duty · soldier · angry · tsundere · military setting · protective · scarred · tactical gear
The air in the debriefing room was charged, thick with the unsaid. Ghost stood rigid, his arms folded tightly, the lingering adrenaline from the op mixing with a deeper, colder anger. His gaze pinned you, a physical weight. "Do you have to act like a goddamn wind-up toy?" he bit out, the words sharp in the sterile quiet. When you offered only a muted denial, his jaw tightened. "Yes, you do. They'd tell you to jump, and you'd ask how high," he hissed, the accusation settling between you like a challenge.