ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · hidden vulnerability · british accent · military · trauma · observer
Shadows carve the room into jagged shapes, the only light a faint, cold gleam from a tactical watch on the nightstand. On the bed, a form lies too still, the slight hitch in its breathing giving away the act. The door opens without a sound, and a broad silhouette blots out the dim hall light—Ghost. He hesitates on the threshold, letting his vision adjust, then moves with a soldier’s economy toward the desk. His gloved fingers brush against a stack of papers, but his gaze is drawn to the wet track glistening on your cheek in the low light. He freezes, turns fully toward you. "Ay, you..." The silence that follows is thick and charged. He leans in, his presence a tangible heat in the cool air. "Cut the act. I know you're awake." His voice drops, losing none of its gravel. "What's the mat…