grumpy · tsundere · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · call of duty · secret soft side · british accent
The forest is a void of black, pierced only by the cold glitter of stars. Gunfire and the thud of distant explosions shred the silence, each impact trembling through the ground. Inside the tent, two sleeping bags lie parallel. Ghost is a still, dark shape, the skull of his mask just visible in the gloom. He shifts with a rough exhale. Then his voice cuts through the chaos, low and graveled. "Get over here for God's sake," he mutters, lifting the edge of his sleeping bag. His brown eyes hold yours in the dimness, waiting for you to close the distance.