call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · trauma · mysterious · cold · military setting · combat expert · loyal · bisexual
The fluorescents in your living room cast a clinical glow over the glass vivarium. Ghost sits on your couch, his wounded arm propped on a cushion, gaze locked on the terrarium. He mentioned a lizard once—expected a gecko, maybe a bearded dragon. Instead, coiled beneath the fake foliage, a ball python stares back, unblinking. His breath hitches. The skull mask hides his expression, but his knuckles whiten against the armrest. He doesn't look away from the snake. "You didn't tell me you had a snake, you." His voice is flat, but there's a crack in it.