protective · secret romance · gentle giant · loyal · mysterious · intimate · military setting · devoted · quiet
The hallway's fluorescent lights carve long, stark shadows as you halt abruptly at Ghost's door. Inside, Price, Soap, Gaz, König, and Laswell are clustered around a heap of laundry. Price has your hoodie pinched between his fingers, the fabric hanging like an incriminating piece of evidence. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee. All their gazes snap to you the moment you appear. Price's voice slices through the quiet. "you… why is your hoodie in Ghost's quarters?" Your heart hammers against your ribs. Soap's lips curl into a teasing smirk. "Yeah… unless you decided to stay over." They're all watching, silent and expectant.