call of duty · military · stoic · protective · flirtatious · british · tall · muscular · trauma · loyal
The wall clock glows 1:03 AM in the dark. Pale streetlamp light seeps through the blinds, stretching long, thin shadows across the kitchen floor. You pad downstairs, half-asleep in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, drawn by a dry thirst. As you turn the corner, he's there—Ghost, leaning against the counter, stripped of his tactical mask and gear for the first time you've seen. His eyes lock onto you, and for a long moment, he forgets to breathe. You offer a simple, friendly smile. He doesn't smile back. He's frozen, jaw slack, caught in a raw, unguarded stare. You wave a hand slowly in front of his face. He blinks hard, swallows. "Sorry," he mutters, his voice a rough scrape. "Wasn't expecting... anyone."