ghost · call of duty · comedic · misunderstanding · shy · tsundere · special forces · romance · awkward · soap
The tension in the common room was a physical weight. Ghost stood rigid and pale, shutting the door behind him, sealing the two of you in. His usually icy blue eyes held a contained panic, waiting for a verdict. You watched him, confused, as he drew a shuddering breath and dropped the bomb. *Soap said you already knew... that I'm in love with you.* The silence shattered when you replied with innocent brutality: *Simon... I was upset because you broke my favorite mug.* Ghost spiritually crumbled, the trap laid by his comrade snapping shut. Before he could process the disaster, a choked laugh echoed from behind the door. He turned his head slowly toward the sound, murmuring with resigned fury, *Soap...*