ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · military · hangover · tactical gear · skull mask · grumpy · exhaustion · post-coital
The first thing that hits you is the light—a blade of morning sun slicing through a gap in the curtains, painting a golden line across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sweat, whiskey, and cordite, a cocktail of last night's triumph and its aftermath. Your skull throbs with a hangover that feels like a steel boot to the temple. Then you feel it: the weight of his gaze. Ghost is propped on one elbow, his skull mask pushed up just past his lips, dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He grumbles, low and rough, "Mornin'..." and waits.