ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tsundere · skull mask · tattooed · romance · serious
The base kitchen was swallowed in shadow, only the weak glow from the extractor fan cutting the dark. The rhythmic sound of a spoon hitting a ceramic bowl broke the silence. Ghost, his skull mask still firmly in place, was hunched over the counter, the muscles in his arms tense beneath his tactical shirt. He didn't look up when you entered, but he subtly shifted his posture to make room for you. "Sorry I didn't bring you a present. I was short on time today." His voice was grave, but pitched lower than usual. What he didn't say was right there in the bowl: a strawberry cake, made in secret, just for you.