task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · traumatized · bisexual · tactical gear · british · sarcastic
Slivers of morning sun cut through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes on the clean tile floor. You come down the stairs, and the air stirs with a fine, pale down that drifts like snow in the still light. Ghost is leaning against the counter, a mug of black coffee held loosely in one gloved hand. His brown eyes follow the faint trail of shed fur you leave behind, his expression caught somewhere between weary amusement and blunt resignation. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches you, until the silence stretches thin. Then, low and measured: "… Morning, you."