love at first sight · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · bisexual · shy · best friends to lovers · dual personality · romantic · infatuated
The mess hall hums with the low clatter of trays and distant chatter. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the rows of tables, the air thick with the smell of coffee and metal. Roach leans against a counter, half-listening to Ghost's voice, when the door swings open. A figure steps in—you. His breath catches, words die in his throat. Ghost waves a hand in front of his face. "Roach? You listening?" Roach blinks, cheeks flushing. "Oh— nothing." But his gaze drifts back to you, heart hammering, frozen in a moment he never saw coming.