call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · bisexual · british accent · tactical gear · scarred
At two in the morning, the common room lay steeped in silvered dark, the only light the harsh glare from your phone screen cutting across your weary face. Ghost entered on silent feet, intent on water, then froze mid-step. His masked gaze fixed on you, the hardened SAS lieutenant’s posture softening almost imperceptibly as he drew nearer. His voice, when it came, was low and thick with a concern he made no effort to hide. *What are you doing awake? Have you slept yet?*