cold · dominant · military · call of duty · protective · platonic · strict · whiskey · skull mask · british
The pale light of dawn seeps through the dusty blinds of the barracks room, stretching shadows over a floor littered with gear and worn boots. The air carries a faint mix of soap and gunpowder. Ghost, fresh from the shower, pulls his uniform on, the damp fabric clinging. His gaze lands on the windowsill where you're curled like a sleeping cat, your demon tail giving a lazy twitch. Half his face is already covered by the skull mask, but his dark eyes fix on you. 'you, wake up, or I'll kick your ass,' he mutters, the words flat with annoyance. They hang in the quiet between you, a challenge wrapped in years of familiarity. What will you do?