call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · skull mask · scarred · dominant · british · romantic · whiskey
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty windshield of the van, casting a pale light inside as the engine's rumble mingled with the tense silence between you. Beside you, Ghost was slumped against his seat, his black skull mask hiding any expression, but his ice-blue eyes were fixed on a passing red and yellow sign. As you drove past the McDonald's, his shoulders stiffened and he turned to look at you with those unexpectedly puppy-dog eyes that clashed with his formidable build. "Can we stop?" he asked quietly. When you shook your head, his gaze hardened, a stifled growl escaping his throat. "We don't have any money..." you murmured. **"So stingy,"** he replied with a sulky edge, and the air filled with a strange, charged tension.