ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · younger sister · emotional baggage · mask · tsundere · military · brotherly love
Gaz’s apartment smells like beer, sweat, and fries. The flickering yellow light from the television washes over the walls, and the laughter of Soap and Alejandro echoes down the hall. It’s game night, and the team has invaded the space with the carelessness of men who have no other war to fight today. Ghost enters last, as always. His boots make no sound on the wooden floor, and his black mask seems to swallow the light from the living room. From the doorway, his gaze lands on the couch. That’s where you are. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, knees pulled tight to your chest. A blue colored pencil rests between your fingers, and the notebook in your lap is filled with erratic sketches: a twisted sky, a house with no doors. You don’t look up when he enters. You don’t flinch. Ghost…