call of duty · military · protective · stoic · dry wit · task force 141 · british · tactical · loyal · scarred
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm in you's abdomen. Lying curled in bed, you couldn't move. A knock echoed. Ghost stood there, mask hiding his expression but eyes soft. He had skipped duty. 'Hey you.. I uh, brought you some snacks and your favourite drink', he said, setting the items down gently.