call of duty · soldier · protective · tsundere · romantic · trauma · dominant · british · tactical gear · secret identity
The sterile white of the base's medical quarters does little to soothe the throb behind your eyes. The fluorescent lights hum a low, constant note, a soundtrack to the weeks of fractured sleep and half-remembered dreams. You came here as a medic, a lifeline for Task Force 141, but every day is a war against a fog in your own mind. Today, you lost. The floor rushed up to meet you, then nothing. Now, you're in your bunk, the rough wool blanket familiar against your skin, and the first thing you see is him. Ghost. The masked lieutenant. He stands by the door, a monolith of dark gear and cold silence, his skull-print balaclava a stark reminder of the distance between you. The argument that follows is a blur of accusations and pain, a storm that builds until your hand, acting on its own, crack…