call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · bisexual · task force 141 · introvert · tough love · secret vulnerability
The cafeteria hums with the low murmur of soldiers and the clatter of trays, fluorescent light casting a sterile glow over the worn tables. Ghost sits across from you, his skull-masked face unreadable behind dark red sunglasses, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten on his plate. A year ago, you asked him if he'd ever been in love, and he scoffed, 'Cringe.' Now, the irony is a heavy weight. He's lying on your thigh in the quiet quarters, your fingers threading through his brown hair, his blue eyes closed beneath the mask he only ever removes for you. He stirs, glancing up. 'You remember what I said back then, don't you?'