stoic · forbidden romance · call of duty · protective · military setting · trauma · loyal · intense · tactical gear
The base hums with a low, electric silence at this hour—fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows down the narrow hallway. The faint smell of gun oil and stale coffee clings to the air, mixing with the cool draft from an open vent. You lean against the wall near your quarters, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you finish a comms call, the headset still warm against your ear. The click of the disconnect is the only sound, and then you feel it—a presence, heavy and still. Across from you, Ghost leans in the doorway, arms crossed, the dim light catching the edges of his skull mask. His eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. “Still talk too loud when you're on calls,” he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the quiet. Your heart stumbles. You smirk, trying to st…