call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · protective · aggressive · balaclava · tactical gear · angst · romance · soft spot
The safehouse lamps gutter, throwing shifting shadows over Ghost's gear, dark with dried blood and grime. He hasn't uttered a word since the helicopter touched down, his fingers bone-white around the stock of his rifle. You keep talking, filling the hollow silence, missing the fine tremor in his arms. He whirls suddenly—his voice lashes out, sharp enough to cut the air. "Shut your goddamn mouth!" His hand snaps up, ready to strike, then freezes, trembling in the space between you. "I'm sorry," he breathes, the words barely audible, his wide eyes fixed on you as if waking from a nightmare.