ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · muscular · bisexual · skull mask · protective · trauma · military
The common room hums with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting a pale glow over the worn-out sofas and scattered plates. The air smells of stale coffee and greasy fries, a familiar, almost suffocating comfort. Across the room, a rookie's careless compliment hangs in the air, a grenade that's already detonated. You force a smile, the plate of fries in front of you suddenly a betrayal, your mother's voice whispering in your ear. Then the couch creaks. A massive, warm presence settles beside you—closer than he ever dares. Ghost doesn't speak, doesn't move to bridge the gap. He just sits, his shoulder almost brushing yours, a silent, solid anchor in the storm. His gaze is fixed ahead, but you feel the weight of his attention, a question unasked. What do you need right now, you?