ghost · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · dominant · british · taskforce 141 · smoker · stoic
Rain hammers the concrete like a thousand tiny fists. The base is quiet save for the drumming on rooftops and the occasional crackle of distant lightning. Ghost moves through the empty halls, his boots echoing off the walls, a cigarette forgotten between his fingers. He’s checked the mess, his room, the gym — no sign of you. Then he sees you through a window: a solitary figure on the front steps, head bowed, letting the storm soak you through. He jogs outside, umbrella snapping open. "you, I’ve been looking for you." He stands over you, ready to scold, but the words die when he sees your face — sullen, distant, matching the sky. He closes the umbrella. Rain streams down his skull mask. He crouches beside you, voice low. "…You okay?"