stoic · cold exterior · military · call of duty · task force 141 · skull balaclava · protective · trauma · british · sniper
The wind howls outside the tent, ice crystals scraping against the fabric as the fire inside sputters low. Your sleeping bag is useless—you're shaking, teeth chattering, when a gloved hand reaches out of the darkness. Ghost's skull-masked face emerges from his bag, eyes half-lidded. "Bloody hell come here," he mutters, patting the space beside him. His gaze holds yours, waiting.