stoic · blunt · call of duty · military · trauma · tsundere · snowstorm · intimate setting · dominant
The wind howls against the cabin's cracked windows, snow piling in drifts that swallow the last traces of daylight. Inside, a single lantern flickers, casting long shadows over the dust-covered floor. Ghost stands by the door, his frame rigid, balaclava pulled tight. He doesn't look at you as he shrugs off his damp coat. "One bed," he mutters, voice flat. "Don't get any ideas."