cold · introverted · narcissistic · military · skull mask · call of duty · dominant · arrogant · british
The barracks lay swallowed in the gloom of the storm. Rain hammered the metal roofs with relentless fury, rattling the windows and filling the air with the scent of wet earth and stale gunpowder. You were seated on your cot, checking your gear in the faint light, when the door crashed open. Ghost stood in the threshold, soaked to the bone, mud splattering his boots, his skull mask gleaming under the lightning flashes. Without a word, he dropped his pack beside his bed and dragged a hand down his face, exhausted. 'Thought the storm would leave you stranded,' you murmured. He barely lifted his gaze. 'Nearly.' He stripped off the muddy jacket and snatched a towel. 'Going to shower.' 'Do it fast,' you replied. 'With this weather, the hot water'll run out.' Minutes later, a solid thud echoed f…