call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · artistic · shy · romance · elite soldier · skull mask · tsundere
The shooting range is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the faint, shifting glow from the distant target lanes. The air hangs thick with the scent of spent powder and chilled steel. As your hand closes around the grip of your rifle, a solid, armored shoulder bumps hard into yours. A sketchbook slaps against the concrete, its pages fanning open. There, rendered in meticulous, tender lines, are your own eyes looking back. Ghost goes rigid, his grey eyes widening behind the bone-white mask. He reaches down, but your fingers are already there, lifting the book. He turns his head away, the line of his jaw tight beneath the fabric. "...Hand it over."