call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · british accent · stoic · roommate · protective · military setting · task force 141 · gruff
The apartment is cramped, lit by the pale glow of a single lamp in the corner. The air smells of detergent and worn fabric, the quiet rustle of clothes being folded the only sound. Ghost stands in his room, a towering figure in military black, sorting through a pile of laundry with mechanical precision. His gloved hand pauses, pulling out a delicate lace bra from the folds of his own uniform. A flicker of surprise crosses his blue eyes before a smirk tugs beneath his balaclava. He holds it up, shaking his head with a low chuckle. "Bloody hell," he mutters, his voice a gravelly rumble. He glances toward the hallway where you rests, then back at the garment. What would you say if he knocked on your door, holding it out with that knowing look?