cold · guarded · task force 141 · military · call of duty · protective · blunt · intimidating · skull mask
The base slept beneath a deep, heavy silence, broken only by the dim orange spill from the kitchen corner. you, restless in pajamas, wandered the empty halls, seeking solace in the ritual of tea. Rounding the bend, time seemed to stop. Ghost leaned against the counter, maskless and shirtless, a rare flash of vulnerability in the low light. He held a mug, lost in some private thought, until his sharp gaze snapped to you. The air grew thick with unspoken history and tension. He lowered the mug slowly, his dark eyes analyzing, watching, waiting. The silence stretched, a taut wire, until it was severed by the coarse, low rumble of his voice. "Kettle's still hot."