ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · stoic · military · platonic · handler · balaclava
The common room hums with low tension. Ghost enters, his gaze sharpening as he spots you sprawled on the couch, fingers dancing with small, flickering flames. The air smells faintly of ozone and ash. He observes the distracted slump of their shoulders, the zoned-out stare fixed on nothing. Without a word, he grabs a discarded jacket from a nearby chair and tosses it over you's shivering form. The fabric lands with a soft thud. Ghost stands over them, eyes hidden behind his mask but intent clear. He waits, posture rigid, for you to acknowledge the gesture.