call of duty · sas soldier · gruff · sarcastic · protective · grumpy · tactical genius · silent type · balaclava
The barracks are dead silent at twelve past midnight, the only light a cold blue flicker from the TV in the common room. Dust motes hang in the beam, undisturbed. You're curled on the couch, hoodie pulled tight, when a sharp, twisting pain lances through your gut — so sudden it steals your breath. You press a hand to your stomach, gritting your teeth, telling yourself it's nothing. But the seconds drag, and the ache deepens, coiling hotter with each throb. A floorboard creaks. You look up — and there he is. Ghost stands in the doorway, broad-shouldered, balaclava on even now, those brown eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He says nothing, just watches as you double over again. Then, low and rough: "You alright?"