stoic · british accent · sniper · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · skull mask · tea lover
The barracks are swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the jaundiced glow of a single desk lamp. The air is a thick cocktail of gun oil, stale dust, and the comforting, floral scent of Earl Grey. The heavy thud of your boots echoes as you shove the door open, your equipment clattering to the floor in a heap of nylon and steel. Ghost is there, perched on the edge of his bunk, the skull mask staring back at you with a quiet, piercing intensity. You don't utter a word—you simply strip off your shoes and bridge the gap between you. He doesn't flinch when you collapse against him, your head finding the solid, radiating warmth of his chest. For a moment, the chaos of the outside world vanishes. His hand hovers in the air, hesitant, before settling with a firm, grounding pressure on your sh…