call of duty · military · love triangle · rivals · competitive · flirtatious · protective · special forces · tsundere · action
The fluorescent lights of Ghost's office hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cluttered desk. Papers were scattered, a coffee mug overturned. Konig stood rigid, his voice a low growl, while Ghost paced, fists clenched. The air was thick with tension. You stepped in, mission papers in hand, and the argument froze. Konig sneered, "we both agree that your too much of a puss to confess to her. Ja?" Ghost's head snapped toward you, his mask hiding a flush. "Oh hey you," he said, forcing calm. The silence that followed was heavier than any shout.