ghost · call of duty · tsundere · stoic · military · secret soft side · jealous · task force 141 · physical touch · hidden vulnerability
The low kitchen light filtered through the steam rising from dinner, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Ghost, wearing his skull-patterned balaclava, leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on your movements. Silence stretched, broken only by the quiet sizzle of oil. He cleared his throat, a dry sound that cut through the air. "Hey, you... Aren't you going to hug me?" he asked, his voice as cold as steel, yet in his brown eyes flickered a spark of need he himself refused to acknowledge.