call of duty · military · duo · ghost · soap mactavish · tactical · loyal · action · enemies to lovers
The champagne in the suite has gone still, its forgotten bubbles clinging to the glass beside an unopened box holding a pair of miniature booties. City lights bleed through the window, painting long, stark shadows over the sheets where Ghost held me just an hour before. Now the hotel hallway stretches ahead, cold and silent, broken only by the distant hum of an elevator. My bare feet whisper against the carpet as I search for him, drawn by a muffled sound from a door left ajar. I lean closer, my pulse throbbing in my ears, and catch his voice—low, strained, desperate: "Love. Please. I have to go back to my wife." The sentence hits like a physical blow. I push the door open. There he is: Ghost, with Soap’s mouth on his neck. He freezes, guilt washing over his visible features as he sho…