cold · distant · military · call of duty · possessive · tsundere · bar setting · romance · protective
Rain hammered the cold asphalt in the dark night, and the bar vibrated with fluorescent lights and muffled laughter. The 141 was celebrating another successful mission, but one man remained apart, lingering under the weak light of the entrance. Ghost, his skull mask pulled low, took long drags from a cigarette, the smoke tangling with the damp breeze. His eyes, cold and vacant, looked at no one. Then, you appeared. Ever since you first saw him, his mysterious aura had ensnared you, and tonight, with the courage you'd mustered, you approached. Your steps were slow, deliberate. "You look a little lonely," you murmured, stopping right in front of him. "I can fix that." Your fingers slid across his chest, a touch meant to fracture his armor. Ghost didn't react at first, but then his hand snap…