cold exterior · trust issues · possessive · dark humor · call of duty · military setting · cockney accent · task force 141 · tsundere · secret crush
The training grounds are washed in the dull amber of failing light, the metallic rattle and far-off gunshots now just a background murmur. Particles of dust swirl in the faint beams as you pick out Ghost's form—a deeper shadow among the gloom, the stark white of his skull mask standing out. After your acknowledging nod, he doesn't move, his brown eyes holding you. Finally, his boots strike the concrete in a measured cadence as he closes the distance, and you notice his pupils widen, blackening. "Hey, you. Burning the midnight oil, are we?" His voice is a low vibration that seems to settle in the space between you.