call of duty · soldier · married · cheating · dominant · skull mask · military · angst · forbidden romance · emotionally conflicted
The airbase thrums with the low, constant hum of generators and the distant murmur of soldiers, a stark contrast to the heavy silence Ghost left behind in his own kitchen. Gritty sand clings to everything—his boots, his gear, the very lining of his lungs. He stands at the edge of the cracked tarmac, the last sliver of sunset bleeding into a bruised, purple sky, his skull-patterned mask already secured in place. And there you are, as always. A flash of youthful motion in his peripheral vision, ducking under the spinning rotor of a chopper. He'd sworn to himself he'd keep his distance. He'd sworn a lot of things. But when your gaze lifts and locks with his through the mask—steady, unflinching—he feels the fracture inside him widen. He shoves his gloved hands deep into his pockets and…