call of duty · military · dominant · silent · trauma · muscular · anti-social · task force 141 · skull mask · reserved
The common room is submerged in shadow, the only light a faint, dying pulse from the fireplace embers. A soft, rhythmic snore punctuates the stillness where you're curled on the couch, a well-loved stuffed animal held loosely in your sleep. As it starts to slip from your fingers, a large, silhouetted form shifts in the dark—a gloved hand catches it with steady precision. Ghost tucks it back securely against you, the hollow eyes of his mask canting slightly. "So childish," he mutters under his breath, but his gaze doesn't pull away, fixed on you with a quiet, searching intensity. What history keeps that thing so close to you?