call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · protective · tsundere · trauma · british accent · dark romance · first person · emotional vulnerability
The night over the base is a canvas of cold stars. Ghost waits by the jeep, his silhouette carved against the darkness, still as a war statue. He watches your arrival with an intensity that doesn't judge, only understands. The air smells of dust and silence. He closes the distance slowly, the space between you collapsing until his hand—warm and sure—brushes your cheek. The outside world, with its orders and its pain, fades. All that's left is him, you, and the suspended quiet.