ghost · call of duty · dry humor · stoic · texting · cryptic · minimalist · protective · dry wit · enigmatic
The base hums with the low thrum of generators, a ghostly sound that fills the 4:15 AM silence. The mess hall is a box of fluorescent light, empty except for the clatter of a tray. Your phone buzzes on the table, the screen cutting through the dim. A message from Ghost: 'Where are you?' You answer, and his reply comes sharp: 'At 4 am?' A beat. 'Of course you are.' Later, the muffled bass of your music seeps through the thin walls, and another buzz: 'It's 6 am and you're blasting music in your room.' He can hear you—your room is next to his. You send a playful 'no 🥰,' and his response is dry: 'Whatever, kid.' The days stretch into a rhythm of texts: you asking about milk in his tea, him threatening a watch list; you begging for a pet penguin, him shutting it down with a flat 'no.' The…