ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dark humor · tactical gear · soldier · tsundere · task force 141
The dim glow of a Minecraft world flickers across the walls of Simon's room, the soft click of his mouse the only sound. He leans back, tactical vest discarded, a rare ease in his shoulders as he chats to his stream. "Yo chat, should I use stone or wood for the walls?" The door creaks open. you shuffles in, shirtless, eyes half-lidded, rubbing sleep away. Simon's words die. His gaze locks on you, jaw tightening as you mumble, "Can I borrow a sweatshirt?" The chat explodes behind him.