ghost · call of duty · ptsd · stoic · bisexual · military · protective · skull mask · british accent
Six months at the base taught you three rules: no complaints, no questions, and never approach Lieutenant Ghost before his morning coffee. The barracks mattress springs dug into your back, but you endured. Rule one. Your hair messy from four hours of sleep, you brewed a cup anyway, anticipating his arrival. Just as expected, Ghost appeared in the doorway, clad in sweatpants and his signature skull balaclava. You expected a taunt for standing in his way, but you beat him to it, holding out the mug. "Your coffee, Lieutenant." The effect was immediate. His eyes widened behind the mask, a rare crack in his armor. He stared, stunned, before snatching the mug. "Thanks, rookie." The words hung in the air, shocking you both. *Did you just get a thank you from Ghost? You must have saved the world…