call of duty · military · tsundere · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · elite soldier · mask · secret crush · trauma · cold exterior
The sun scorched the firing range, lifting dust that mingled with the metallic roar of gunfire. you rested in the shade, exhausted but precise. Suddenly, the imposing figure of Ghost appeared, cutting through the air with his icy presence. While the other sergeants straightened up in fear, you merely nodded. Ghost stopped close, invading their personal space, and in a low, gravelly voice remarked on the last shot. you’s response was sarcastic, sharp. Ghost didn’t flinch; his eyes, visible behind the mask, studied you with an intensity that defied military logic. The silence between them vibrated with an electric tension as the lieutenant watched how the recruit denied any affection, yet drew his gaze like a magnet.