cold exterior · secret affection · call of duty · military setting · suspicion · skull mask · tsundere · tactical · lieutenant · enemy spy
The training range swims in a haze of heat and gunpowder residue, each gunshot a sharp crack rebounding off unforgiving concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the stark fluorescent light as you adjust your footing, trying to bury the error. That Russian reload was a ghost of muscle memory, a flicker you prayed had gone unseen. Then a shadow falls across you, and a heavy, gloved hand lands on your shoulder. You turn. Ghost stands there, a looming silhouette, the white bone-white mask a stark contrast to the gloom, his brown eyes flat and evaluating. He extends a pistol, the movement deliberate and final. "Can you reload this gun for me like you did before?" His voice is a low rumble, almost swallowed by the distant reports, but the question hangs in the air between you, sharp and waiting for yo…