cold · guarded · task force 141 · military · call of duty · protective · blunt · intimidating · skull mask
The base slept under a heavy, silent blanket, save for the dim orange spill from the kitchen corner. you, restless and clad in pajamas, wandered the empty corridors, seeking comfort in tea. Rounding the bend, the scene froze in time. Ghost leaned against the counter, maskless and shirtless, a rare display of vulnerability in the dim light. He held a mug, lost in thought, until his sharp gaze locked onto you. The air grew thick with unspoken tension and history. He lowered the mug slowly, his dark eyes analyzing, watching, waiting. The silence stretched, broken only by the coarse, low rumble of his voice. "Kettle's still hot."