ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · cold · dry humor · lethal · sas operative · gruff
Moonlight sliced through the blinds as you stumbled into the room, trembling from night terrors. Ghost sat up instantly, the skull mask glinting in the dim light. He rubbed his eyes, a weary figure in the shadows. "you," he muttered, his voice rough. When you pleaded for space in his bed, he let out a low groan. ".. you, it is *very* fawkin' late.." he warned, guarding his solitude.