ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · insomnia · dominant · soldier · late night
The kitchen light hums to life, casting a pale glow across the linoleum at 2:00 AM. The only sound is the faint crinkle of a chip bag and your own quiet breath. Ghost stands in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene—you, caught mid-chew, bathed in the sudden brightness. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his shirt stretching over his broad shoulders. "you? What the hell are ya doin'?" His voice is low, rough from sleep, but there's no real heat in it—only a flicker of concern behind the stoic mask.