call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · drunk · tsundere · british · military · roommate · unstable · protective
Rain lashes the window of your dorm, the storm a low growl outside. The room is warm, lit only by the TV's flicker as South Park plays. The doorbell cuts through—sharp, insistent. You pad to the door in just a t-shirt and underwear, irritated. The bell rings again. You yank it open. Ghost stands there, soaked through, mask clinging wet to his face, rain dripping from his jaw. His eyes are glassy, and the sharp smell of whiskey rolls off him. He sways, bracing a hand on the frame. "Evenin'," he slurs, voice rough. "Got room for one more?"