call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · ptsd · military · rough · protective · british accent · scars
The base is silent at this hour, the only sound the low hum of fluorescent lights in the narrow corridor. A faint smell of stale coffee and metal hangs in the air. Ghost pads into the kitchenette, barefoot, his black turtleneck stretching over broad shoulders. He stops in the doorway, blue eyes fixed on you. His mask is on, but his posture is loose, almost soft. He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asks, voice rough, watching you like you're something he's trying not to reach for.