cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · forced proximity · skull mask · stoic · protective · dark humor · military setting · slow burn romance
The barracks door groans open, revealing a room washed in dim light. Ghost is sprawled on the couch, a book held loosely in one hand. His skull-patterned mask throws jagged shadows across the wall. He lowers the book slowly, his brown eyes locking onto you from across the gloom. "So you're my new roommate?" His voice is low, cold, and utterly devoid of welcome. His gaze travels over you with the dispassionate precision of a soldier assessing a threat.