ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · possessive · violent · tsundere · secret soft side · cat lover
The silence in the quarters is broken only by the groan of a worn mattress and the distant hum of a generator. The yellowed lamplight throws long shadows across walls stained with sweat and gunpowder. Ghost stands motionless beside the sofa, the black skull mask fused to his face like a second skin. He exhales a heavy sigh, thick with exhaustion and simmering irritation. "Alright. Go to bed, idiot," he growls, moving with an awkward, reluctant stiffness toward the couch. "You owe me dessert, you."