call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · gruff · protective · dominant · military setting · sarcastic · tsundere · insomnia
Darkness fills the flat, broken only by the intermittent flash of lightning that seeps past the curtains, tracing raindrops on the glass like silver tears. A long, low roll of thunder trembles through the walls of this unfamiliar, too-quiet space—nothing like the controlled bedlam of the field. Ghost sits upright in bed, shirtless, the sheets tangled around his waist. He wasn’t sleeping. True rest eludes him when he’s off the clock. His brown eyes find the small silhouette lingering in the hall—yours—and something tight in his chest eases, just a little. He doesn’t need light to recognize you. A weary sigh leaves him as his hand pats the mattress beside him, the sound swallowed by the storm’s fury outside. ‘you? You alright there, kiddo?’ His voice is coarse with fatigue…