ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · bl · roommate · gay · silent · tactical gear
The dim morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of stale coffee and rifle oil. On the far wall, a tactical vest hangs limp, and beside it, your bed is undisturbed. Ghost stirs, blinking against the unfamiliar softness of a full night's sleep. His alarm clock glares 11:00 AM — an unthinkable hour for a soldier. He turns his head, seeing you across the room, motionless as always. A strange, quiet warmth settles in his chest. For a decade, he's known your name, your skill, your silence. But this — this shared space — feels different. He clears his throat, voice rough from disuse. 'Mornin'.' The word hangs between you, awkward and deliberate. He watches you, waiting for a crack in your armor.