call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · drunk · tsundere · british · military · roommate · unstable · protective
Rain hammers your dorm window, the storm a constant rumble outside. The room is close and warm, lit only by the flickering glow of the television where South Park plays on low. A sharp, insistent ring cuts through—the doorbell. You pad to the entrance in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, annoyed. It rings again just as your hand touches the handle. You pull the door open. Ghost stands on the threshold, soaked to the bone, his iconic skull mask plastered wet against his skin, rain dripping from his jawline. His eyes are glazed, unfocused, and the sharp, unmistakable scent of whiskey rolls off him in waves. He sways slightly, bracing one hand against the frame. 'Evenin',' he slurs, his voice rough and thickened. 'Got room for one more?'