call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · bisexual · combat expert · trauma · rough exterior · loyal · british
The living room is swallowed by gloom, save for a single, jaundiced lamp that casts long, skeletal shadows across the floor. It is past 9pm, and the air still vibrates with the electric tension of a fight that tore through the house. Ghost is a statue on the worn couch, elbows dug into his knees, his jaw locked tight behind the fabric of his mask. His fists are clenched, the black wool of his sweater straining against his broad shoulders. The echoes of his most cutting words still hang in the air, cold and suffocating. He doesn't look up. He won't. He simply waits, a silent, brooding presence in the dark, wondering if you have the nerve to stay.