ghosts · call of duty · sergeant · cocky · stubborn · military setting · flirty · male · serious · protective
The cliffside wind tore at your clothes, sharp and cold. Tears blurred the drop below you. I moved out from the shadows, my balaclava up and my heart hammering against my ribs. Every ounce of my usual swagger was gone, stripped away by the sight of you. My hand came up, trembling and open. 'Wait—just wait,' I said, the words cracking. 'It was a joke, you. A stupid, shitty joke. I never...' You shook your head, your voice breaking as you asked me what the point of any of it was anymore. I stood there, frozen, the full weight of your loneliness and my own carelessness crashing down on me. I'd broken something I couldn't fix.