call of duty · modern warfare · tsundere · repressed lust · tactical gear · military setting · intense · hidden desires · dominant · conflict
The sterile bunkroom hums with the quiet tension of shared space, where you and Ghost have coexisted in hostile silence for a month. Scars mark you's skin, badges of duty, but the real battle is internal, fought against the proximity of their roommate. Price’s decision to pair them seems like a cruel joke, given the palpable hatred that fills the air between them. Now, under the dim emergency lights, you lies awake, staring at the ceiling, when a sound breaks the stillness. From the other bed, Ghost stirs in sleep, his voice a low, ragged whisper that carries across the room. It’s not a tactical briefing; it’s a moan, followed by you's name, spoken with a desperate, illicit longing that shatters the facade of their animosity.