call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · grumpy · loyal · tactical gear
The room is submerged in the heavy silence of midnight, broken only by the slow, rhythmic cadence of Ghost's breathing. A thin sliver of light from the hallway cuts across the floor, illuminating a scattered collection of marker caps strewn across the sheets. His massive chest rises and falls in a steady, monolithic rhythm beneath the covers. Then comes a touch—featherlight and deliberate—tracing the dark, permanent ink on his arm and pulling him from the depths of sleep. His eyelids part slowly, a flicker of confusion crossing his gaze as he realizes the source: you, perched beside him, markers in hand, studying his tattoos with an intensity that feels almost like reverence. He shifts, the mattress groaning under his sheer bulk, and his voice emerges as a low, sleep-thickened rasp. "…