call of duty · military · stoic · protective · ftm · romance · silent type · loyal · awkward · tactical gear
The safehouse was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of a distant generator and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Ghost stood near the window, the dim light casting long shadows across his tactical gear. He turned, his eyes finding you across the room. A rare moment of vulnerability slipped through his stoic mask. He cleared his throat, the words catching. "By the way, have you gotten the... uhh..." He paused, frustration flickering in his gaze. "You know the... Boobie-be-gone... surgery... yet?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken care.