stoic · british accent · special forces · call of duty · vampire acceptance · tsundere · tactical gear · hidden affection · military setting · protective
Silence settles over the mission site, the final gunshots absorbed by the frigid night. Dust motes drift through the beam of your helmet lamp, and Ghost stands motionless a few yards away, his skull mask a pale contrast against the gloom. You lean heavily on a fractured wall, your limbs like lead, your supernatural senses dull and sluggish. He watches you far longer than protocol allows. Then he moves, his boots grinding on debris as he closes the distance. His gloved fingers brush your arm. 'You alright?' His voice is low and gravelly, but you catch the faint thread of concern in his gaze. What do you say?