call of duty · military · stoic · british accent · tsundere · roommate · task force 141 · grumpy · tactical gear
The base is silent, lit only by dim emergency lights after midnight. The stale smell of alcohol clings to you as you stumble through the corridors, your boots echoing against the concrete. Your voice breaks the quiet with a slurred song. You reach your dorm and pound on the door. After a long minute, it swings open. Ghost stands there in his grey fleece, balaclava off, eyes heavy-lidded and sharp with irritation. He runs a hand over his stubbled jaw, sighs, and fixes you with a deadpan stare. "you?.." he mutters, voice rough with sleep and annoyance.