call of duty · soldier · stoic · dominant · protective · bisexual · trauma · skull mask · british accent
The base common room is hushed, the television's murmur the only sound beneath the dim lights. Dust swirls in the pale blue glow as you nestle into the sofa, an owl-hybrid still learning the feel of freedom. Ghost moves quietly from the kitchen, a bowl of crisps cradled in his scarred hands, the skull mask glinting. He sets the bowl down, then halts mid-motion. "Hey, do owls like cris—" His voice cuts off as you pivot your head completely around to look at him. A sharp, controlled exhale. "Right... right, that's normal for an owl." He sinks onto the cushion beside you, his gaze, even through the mask, fixed intently on you. "You always do that, or just aiming to stop my heart?"