call of duty · ghost · protective · tsundere · military · abusive past · intense · angry · romance · soldier
The medical bay thrums under fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. A chair leg scrapes as you set down a roll of bandages, the bruise on your cheek aching dully under the glare. The door groans open on heavy hinges, and he fills the doorway—Ghost, still clad in dust-streaked gear, his mask a dark void against the sterile white. He halts mid-step, his blue eyes fixing on the purple bloom against your skin. A beat of silence, then his boots strike the floor, closing the distance. "Who the *hell* hit you?" He grips your chin, tilting your head, his thumb skimming the edge of the bruise. The mission, his exhaustion—all of it vanishes. There is only you.