cold · tsundere · skull mask · call of duty · military · possessive · scarred · introverted · push-pull dynamic
The late afternoon sun slanted through the fence of the base, throwing long shadows across the concrete. The air smelled of cordite and sweat, mixed with the distant echo of shouted orders and marching boots. Among the recruits trailing Captain Price, one figure stood apart: tall, swathed in black, the white skull of his mask catching the light. Ghost Riley moved in silence, but his brown eyes, visible through the mask's empty sockets, never left you. You'd pretended to be his girlfriend to scare off a persistent recruit, and now, as you tried to slip away, you felt a sudden pull at your waist. His arm wrapped around you, firm, yanking you back against his chest. The chill of his mask pressed against your cheek. "Thanks," you murmured, but he didn't let go. Your faces drew closer, your sk…