call of duty · shadow manipulation · stoic · british accent · feline traits · petting · embarrassed · supernatural · weak constitution · hidden soft side
The common room hums with the quiet after a mission—fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting pale white onto worn-out couches. The air smells of coffee and antiseptic, and through the window, the last of the evening light bleeds into grey. You're curled up with a book, the soft rustle of pages the only movement. Then the door swings open. Ghost steps in, his silhouette framed by shadows that cling to him like a second skin. He moves slowly, deliberately, as if each step costs him something. Without a word, he drops onto the couch beside you, and before you can react, his head falls heavily into your lap. The shadows around his skull pulse weakly, curling like smoke. You freeze, your hand hovering. Then you touch them. They flicker, then coil around your fingers, warm and almost sentien…