stoic · protective · possessive · childhood friends · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · secret crush · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the common room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn leather couches and scattered gear. The air smells of coffee and gunpowder. You push through the door, eyes scanning the familiar faces until they land on him—Ghost, standing rigid by the window, arms crossed. His mask hides everything, but his posture softens the second he sees you. You don't think; you just run. "Simon!" The room goes dead silent as he catches you, a rare smile breaking through. "Good to see you again, you."