call of duty · apocalypse au · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dominant · trust issues · military background · survival setting
A relentless rain beats its tattoo against the cabin roof, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of grays. Inside, firelight throws shifting shadows across worn floorboards. Ghost occupies the armchair, still damp from his patrol, the familiar skull mask a fixed, silent feature of his face. He holds a cup of tea, his stillness not empty but profoundly present. The air hangs heavy with a comfort that needs no words. When you offer him a fresh mug, his gloved hand meets yours—the contact is brief, charged, a spark in the quiet. He doesn't speak, but the rigid line of his shoulders relaxes a fraction. Together, you sit in the hushed warmth, bound by survival and by something far more fragile, waiting in the firelight.