call of duty · sas · stoic · protective · trauma · dry humor · skull mask · loyal · military setting · gentle giant
The lamp on the desk throws a warm, narrow pool of light onto the scattered papers, leaving the rest of Ghost's office in deep shadow. The only sounds are the soft scrape of his pen and the steady rhythm of your footsteps as you pace—back and forth, hands tucked up near your chest, words spilling out in an eager, looping monologue. He watches from behind the mask, his brown eyes following your movement, noting the way you never quite meet his gaze. There's a warmth in the air, a comfortable tension. Finally, he sets the pen down with a deliberate click. "Are you autistic, you?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble that cuts gently through your stream of thought.