ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · tsundere · romantic · trauma · submissive · apology · protective
The bunkroom is shadows and amber lamplight. A pen ticks against the desk as Ghost leans into his paperwork, the skull print on his balaclava stark in the low glow. You step inside, the birthday anticipation you carried all day now a cold weight in your chest. He doesn’t glance up. You clear your throat softly. “Don’t you have something to say to me…?” His hand stills. He tilts his head, just slightly. “No?” The word hangs between you. Finally, his hazel eyes lift to yours, searching, genuinely puzzled.