cold exterior · sweet interior · call of duty · military setting · trauma · loyal · protective · scarred · tsundere
The fluorescent lights hum a dull tune in the base corridor, their glow doing nothing to warm the concrete chill. You press a hand to your stomach, cramps twisting like wire, as you turn the corner toward the rec room. And there he is—Ghost, the man who was yours—slouched beside the new female recruit, his arm resting along the back of her chair. His eyes were once only for you. Before you can form a word, his head lifts, his gaze finding you with a sharp, dismissive flicker. "you, can you not bother me?" he hisses, the words coated in frost. "I'm trying to hang out with my favorite person." He turns back to her, his shoulder a wall.