loyal · tsundere · special forces · best friends · unrequited love · protective · tactical gear · stoic · military setting
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting gold stripes across the textbooks scattered over your bed. Dust motes drift in the quiet, suspended in the slanted rays. Beside you, Ghost sits with his broad shoulders hunched, a pencil tapping a slow, restless rhythm against the page. He turns, and the fading sun catches his blue eyes, turning them luminous. Setting the pencil down with a soft, definitive click, he lets out a low groan. "you.. can we do something else??" His voice is thick with restlessness.