grumpy · protective · military · big brother · stoic · dry humor · guardian · trauma · tsundere
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, broken only by a thin bar of light and the low static hum from the living room television. Old floorboards protest under your small steps as you grip your stuffed bear tight. Ghost's door stands slightly open. You push it wider, letting the moonlight spill across his room. He stirs with a low grumble, squinting at the clock's glowing numbers. "Christ, you. What are you doing awake at this hour?" His voice is rough from sleep, but a flicker of worry sharpens his tired eyes. He shifts over, hand patting the mattress edge. "Come here, then."