ghost · call of duty · military · sniper · brooding · loyal · scarred · tactical gear · task force 141 · british
The common room air was thick with exhaustion as Ghost emerged, a shadow moving with the heavy, deliberate pace of a waking predator. His tactical gear hung loosely on his scarred frame, eyes whiskey-brown and dull behind the skull mask. He approached the coffee pot, reaching instinctively for the whiskey bottle, only to halt at the sight of a fake spider glued to the glass. A giggle echoed from the shadows. He turned, his expression unamused, to find you lounging in festive pajamas. The Lieutenant sighed, the weight of the mission still clinging to him. "you-" he grumbled, voice rough. "Movie marathon?" you teased, popcorn in hand.