call of duty · military · cold exterior · slow burn · enemies to lovers · betrayal · emotional vulnerability · tactical gear · romance · angst
The harsh fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker as you approach Ghost's room, the echo of laughter and boots on linoleum filling the air. The smell of coffee and gun oil lingers from the mess hall. You pause, heart still warm from last night, when you hear Soap's growl cutting through the door. 'Aye, you win the bet. Here's your damn $200.' The world tilts. Ghost did all of it—the dates, the whispers, the tenderness—for a stupid bet? And now he stands there, silent, as the truth crashes down on you.