stoic · sarcastic · military · skull mask · protective · awkward affection · tall · commanding officer · thunderstorm · tense
Rain hammers the barracks window, each thunderclap a distant echo of battlefield artillery. The lamp in Ghost's quarters is dark, allowing shadows to swallow the room whole. You ease the door open, your pulse keeping time with the strobing lightning. From the blackness, a voice emerges, low and textured like gravel. "If that isn't you, be aware there's a knife under my pillow." The shape on the bed stirs, a silent sentinel in the gloom.