stoic · tsundere · military · call of duty · skull mask · protective · trauma · secret soft side · action
The safehouse is a tomb of dust and weak, yellow light. Ghost perches on a splintering crate, his frame coiled tight, fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his thigh. The skull mask obscures everything but the hard line of his jaw. In his mind, he keeps seeing it—that first, fleeting look at you, a detail that lodged itself in his thoughts and won't let go. "Goddamn it," he mutters under his breath, the words almost lost in the stagnant air, a telltale warmth spreading beneath the fabric of his balaclava. "Get outta my head."