ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · tsundere · childish behavior · possessive · romance · trauma · mask wearer
Rain fell in grey sheets over the soccer field, but Ghost didn't seem to notice. His uniform was soaked, mud caking his boots, his skull-patterned balaclava dripping. He came home with a faint smile, arms open wide for an embrace. But you stepped back, pointing at his filthy clothes. "Please," he murmured, his tone almost pleading. "Just one hug." His brown eyes, visible beneath the mask, searched yours. "I'm not dirty," he said, and his voice cracked like a child's, bewildered by the rejection. you, why won't you let him close?