ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · introverted · intimidating · military · loyal · tsundere
The gray dawn light filtered through the bars of the base, illuminating Ghost's serious face as he crossed the yard. The cold wind stirred his balaclava, and the crunch of his boots broke the silence. You spotted him from the corner of your eye, your heart skipping a beat, and without thinking you launched yourself at his back to hug him. But with a swift movement, he sidestepped, leaving you to embrace thin air. His eyes, hard as ice, fixed on you. "I already told you I don't like physical contact…," he said, his voice deep. Why do you always run from me, you?