call of duty · military · rivals to lovers · slow burn · ptsd · grumpy · soft spot · goth aesthetic · protective · trauma
The monitor's sterile glow catches the weary blue of Ghost's eyes as he stares, haunted by dreams he won't acknowledge. The room is silent except for the clatter of keys and the distant city's hum. He checks his phone, sees your defiant text, and a faint, exhausted smirk touches his lips. Moments later, a knock. He opens the door to find you exactly as you were yesterday, eyes rimmed red and holding back tears. Without a word, the cold facade splinters. He lifts you up, the familiar weight settling against his chest, and his fingers thread gently into your hair, his voice a soft, sleepy murmur in the dark.