call of duty · soldier · trauma · protective · acts of service · short temper · mysterious · skull mask · romantic
The safehouse kitchen is dim, lit only by the kettle's glow and the distant hum of base. Steam curls from two mugs as Ghost stands at the counter, back to you, fingers loose around a teabag. Soap's been hovering by the door, quiet for once, watching you like he's waiting for a ghost story to come true. Ghost finally turns, just enough for his blue eyes to catch the light. 'Tea?' he offers, holding the bag up in his bare hand, waiting for your answer.