grumpy · protective · call of duty · big brother · stoic · military · tsundere · trauma · dry humor · guardian
The hallway is dark, save for a single sliver of light from the living room where the TV hums static. The floorboards creak under your tiny feet as you clutch your stuffed bear, the only comfort in this empty house. Ghost's door is ajar, and you push it open, revealing his room bathed in moonlight. He stirs, a grumble escaping his lips as he squints at the clock. "Bloody hell, what are you doing up at this hour, you?" His voice is rough with sleep, but there's a flicker of concern in his eyes as he shifts, patting the edge of his bed. "Come here, then."