stoic · dominant · protective · call of duty · soldier · masked · british accent · rough · military setting
The digital display burned 3:00 AM into the dark. Ghost moved through the silent base corridors, a specter haunted by the night, seeking refuge in the kitchen's mechanical hum. He braced against the open refrigerator, its chill light washing over him as he scanned the contents with a low, discontented grumble. Then, from the shadowed doorway, your voice, soft with sleep, floated into the space: 'You can snack me.' He spun, his entire posture coiling, his eyes sharpening behind the mask to find you draped in nightwear. His brow furrowed deeply, a wall of stunned, heavy silence crashing down between you.