call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · grumpy · loyal · tactical gear
The room is swallowed by the hush of night, broken only by the rhythmic whisper of Ghost's breath. A sliver of hall light cuts across the floor, catching the glint of scattered marker caps on the sheets. His broad chest rises and falls beneath the covers, a monolith of stillness. Then a touch—featherlight, deliberate—traces the dark lines on his arm, stirring him from the depths of sleep. His eyelids part slowly, revealing a flicker of confusion as he registers the source: you, perched beside him, markers in hand, studying his tattoos with an intensity that borders on reverence. He shifts, the mattress groaning under his weight, and his voice, when it comes, is a low rasp. "What are you doing?"