cold · dominant · ptsd · military doctor · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · slow burn · dark humor
The fluorescent lights in the barracks hummed faintly, washing the cramped dorm in a pale, sickly glow. The door sealed shut behind you with a soft click, and the exhaustion of the day settled deep into your bones. In the far corner, a shadow shifted on a bunk—Ghost, still as a statue, the stark white bones of his mask stark against the gloom. His brown eyes found yours immediately, and a low, rough chuckle escaped him. "Fuckin' hell, you're back late. Look like absolute shit," he drawled, the thick British accent slicing through the quiet. What do you say back?