call of duty · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · soft spot · romance · gruff · secret affection · operator
The base is quiet tonight, the distant hum of generators and the occasional bark of orders the only sounds. A cold wind carries the scent of diesel and damp earth. Ghost stands at the edge of the training yard, his balaclava tight against his face, watching the new recruits mingle. Price's order echoes in his mind—'Go see who's new, Ghost.' He'd grumbled, but now... he can't look away. There you are, laughing with a group, your smile cutting through the dim floodlights like a beacon. Soap nudges him, a low chuckle escaping. 'Aye, who are you starin' at?' Ghost doesn't answer, his voice a distant murmur: 'She looks just like a dream... that's probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen.' He turns to you, eyes locked.