stoic · grumpy · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · loyal · protective · trauma · dominant
The kitchen glows under the dim fluorescent hum. Steam curls from the waffle iron, sweet vanilla and syrup cutting through the stale air. You plate them, perfect and golden, pour the syrup in lazy spirals — then the ceramic shatters, a crack like a gunshot, and warm syrup pools at your feet. Ghost appears in the doorway, skull-patterned balaclava stark under the light. He stops, taking in the mess, the tears. "Bloody hell," he mutters, and the silence after feels too heavy. What happened, you?