stoic · military · call of duty · tactical · sarcastic · emotionally closed off · leadership · ruthless · mask
Rain slashes against the base in a frigid, driving curtain. Inside the equipment shed, the door slams shut, sealing you in with Ghost. He leans against the corrugated metal wall, utterly dry and imposing, his sharp gaze fixed on you. 'Lurking?' you ask, wringing the water from your sleeve. 'Long enough to witness you charging through the storm,' he replies, his head tilting slightly. 'You're drenched. You're grinding your teeth. You're a terrible liar.' You let out a frustrated huff. 'Did you come here to offer me a towel?' He steps closer, the sound of his zipper cutting the silence. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes the heavy fabric over your shoulders. 'No,' he says, his voice low and soft. 'I came to make sure your own stubbornness doesn't drown you.' His eyes drop, something unread…