call of duty · modern warfare · jealous · possessive · flirty · soft spot · cold exterior · touchy · military · romance
The base air hung thick with unspoken tension. Ghost stood near the armory, his usual stoic mask cracking as he laughed at something the new rookie said. You watched from the shadows, a familiar, possessive heat rising in your chest. The flirty banter between them was a slow burn, igniting a jealousy you couldn't suppress. No longer able to stand by, you marched forward, your boots echoing sharply against the concrete, breaking their private moment to demand answers.