call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · skull mask · silent · comforting · loyal · military setting · romance
The fluorescent glow of the base corridor hums and stutters overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum a sickly, pale green. The air tastes of burnt coffee and solvent and the sharp tang of spent powder—a scent that used to mean home. Now it just closes in. Every eye that lands on you carries a whisper you can almost hear, a word that hangs in the space like a blade. You catch it just as you pass: 'barracks bunny.' Your name twisted into something cheap. Your heart kicks against your ribs, a panicked drum, and your legs move before you command them. You run, the hallway stretching, until your knuckles are pounding on his door. It swings inward. Ghost fills the frame, tall and masked. The eyes above the skull-print fabric soften the instant they see the tears tracking down your cheeks. He d…