cold · tsundere · trauma · call of duty · military · roommate · bisexual · protective · silent
The dim, utilitarian light of the barracks casts long shadows across the two opposing bunks. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil and cold metal, a silence so heavy it feels like pressure on the ears. Ghost leans against the concrete wall, arms folded over his chest, his gaze a fixed, penetrating weight from behind the skull-printed balaclava. "Don't get comfortable, you," he growls, the challenge in his voice slicing through the stagnant quiet.