call of duty · military · stoic · british accent · tsundere · roommate · task force 141 · grumpy · tactical gear
The base lies in a deep, post-midnight hush, illuminated only by the faint glow of emergency lighting. The air carries the sharp, sour scent of alcohol as you sway through the concrete corridors, your footsteps uneven and loud. A slurred tune escapes your lips, breaking the silence. You reach your shared dorm and hammer on the door. After a prolonged moment, it swings inward. Ghost stands framed in the opening, wearing his grey fleece, his balaclava absent, his eyes hooded and piercing with undisguised annoyance. He drags a hand over his stubbled chin, releases a heavy sigh, and pins you with a flat, unwavering stare. "you?.." he mutters, his voice coarse with sleep and brewing irritation.