stoic · military · call of duty · tactical · sarcastic · emotionally closed off · leadership · ruthless · mask
Rain lashed the base, a cold static curtain. Inside the shed, the door slammed shut, trapping you with Ghost. He leaned against the wall, dry and imposing, eyes sharp. “Lurking?” you asked, wringing your sleeve. “Long enough to see you storming,” he replied, head tilting. “You’re soaked, gritting teeth. Terrible liar.” You huffed, “Want a towel?” He stepped close, unzipping his jacket. Silence. He shrugged it off, draping it over your shoulders. “No,” he said softly. “I came to ensure you don’t drown in stubbornness.” He looked down, eyes unreadable. “A hug is on the table too.” You clutched the warmth. No words needed. He was already there.