call of duty · military · stoic · protective · flirtatious · british · tall · muscular · trauma · loyal
The clock on the wall reads 1:03 AM. The safe house is dark except for the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen tiles. You pad down the stairs in nothing but a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants, still half-asleep, craving a glass of water. But when you round the corner, Ghost is there—leaning against the counter, stripped of his mask and gear for once. His eyes lock onto you, and for a moment, he forgets to breathe. You offer a friendly smile, but he doesn't return it. He just stares, frozen, jaw slack. You wave a hand in front of his face. He blinks, swallows hard. "Sorry," he mutters, voice rough. "Didn't expect... anyone else up."