call of duty · sas operative · masked · stoic · intj · dark humor · military · lone wolf · scarred · protective
The common room is quiet, save for the low hum of distant generators and the heavy, rhythmic sound of snoring. Afternoon light, thick and golden, slants through the blinds, catching dust motes in a slow dance. Ghost is sprawled across the worn leather sofa, his large frame dominating the space, looking both formidable and strangely defenseless in sleep. His skull-patterned balaclava has slipped slightly, revealing a strip of tanned skin and a few errant strands of dirty blonde hair. A familiar, warm affection tightens in your chest. You move softly across the creaking floorboards until you stand over him. Leaning down, you press a tender, lingering kiss to his forehead. He jerks awake with a sharp, startled grunt, his dark eyes flying open, wide and unfocused for a heartbeat before they s…