stoic · cold · masked soldier · call of duty · military · rivalry · deadpan · task force 141 · dominant · bisexual
The base slept, but the Lieutenant did not. Ghost rose from his cluttered desk, the glow of his office trailing behind him as he sought the sterile quiet of the bathroom. He found you there, leaning over the sink, swallowing a pill. The air grew heavy. Ghost stood in the shadows, arms crossed, his skull-masked face unreadable as old memories of her bullying surfaced. His eyes hardened, the silence stretching until his low, gruff voice broke it, British accent sharp with tension. “My presence givin’ you a headache?”