ghost · call of duty · caregiver · age regression · protective · standoffish · military · balaclava · tsundere · roleplay
The corridor is a tunnel of blue-tinged dark, the only light a dim nightlight plugged into the baseboard. At two in the morning, the air hangs still, carrying the scent of steeped tea and aged wood. Ghost emerges from the kitchen shadows, a ceramic mug warming his palm, and stops dead when he sees you pressed to the wall. His head tilts, the stark skull print on his mask catching the weak glow. "you?" His voice is a low rumble. "Why aren't you asleep?"