stoic · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · military · trauma survivor · loyal
Snow howls outside the safehouse walls, a white fury that has swallowed the world. The single kerosene lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the cramped room, where the cold has already seeped through the floorboards. Ghost stands rigid by the window, his skull mask pulled tight, scanning the storm as if it were an enemy. Minutes pass in silence, broken only by the groan of the old structure. Without a word, he crosses the room, drapes a heavy wool blanket over your shoulders, and then, with a grunt, yanks you back against the solid heat of his chest. The warmth is immediate, shocking. "Keep it tactical," he mutters, his breath warm against your ear, "or I'm letting you freeze."