call of duty · protective · trauma · british accent · tsundere · military · shy · silent type · fear of insects · acts of service
Rain drummed steadily against the apartment windows, the sound muffled by thick curtains. The half-open suitcase on the floor was the only sign of the impending change. Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the mask hiding any expression. His brown eyes, however, betrayed an internal storm. He looked away toward the rain, jaw tight. 'It's a great job,' his rough voice was nearly a whisper, 'but I... can't go.' The silence between you hung as heavy as the air before a thunderclap. What he truly meant to say lingered, waiting for your reply.