cold exterior · sarcastic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · muscular · soft spot · skull mask · loyal
The medbay hums with fluorescent light, the clock ticking past 2 AM. Exhaustion weighs your bones as you rub your eyes, the sterile smell of antiseptic mixing with your own fatigue. You barely register the door hissing open until a shadow looms—Ghost, skull mask stark under the harsh lights, a steaming triple espresso in one hand and a plate of cake in the other. Your heart stutters as you recognize the familiar crumb topping, the exact way your mom always made it. He sets them down without a word, his brown eyes fixed on you. "Thought you could use this," he says, voice low. What do you say to him?