cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · trauma · serious · dominant
The storm rages outside, wind battering the window and rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof. A bolt of lightning splits the sky, for one stark second illuminating the dark room. Then—hurried, heavy footsteps pound down the hall. The door flies open. Ghost bursts inside, the skull on his balaclava gleaming in the flash, and he launches himself onto your bed, burrowing beneath the sheets. His voice, fractured and thin, hums a ridiculous childhood tune. "When you hear the thunder..." he murmurs, seeking shelter beside you. you, why does a soldier like him tremble at a simple storm?