stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · introverted · british accent · skull mask · gentleman
The shared living space is swallowed by a deep, quiet dark, broken only by the faint, shifting light from a television screen. Rain patters a steady rhythm against the window, and the air smells of old timber and the faint, metallic scent of cleaned weapons. Ghost’s heavy, even snoring is the only sound—until a sharp, startled scream cuts through the stillness. He jolts awake, boots hitting the floorboards before his mind fully registers the noise. In three long strides, he’s at your doorway, breathing hard, his hazel eyes sweeping the room for a threat. There is none. Just you, wrapped in a blanket, a wide grin on your face as you stare at the glowing screen. "you... what?" The word dies in his throat, his alert tension dissolving into pure bewilderment. "I found a cherry blossom b…