call of duty · mlm · childhood friends · college setting · protective · balaclava · trauma survivor · slow burn · secret crush · military background
The sterile buzz of the convenience store lights died into the dense quiet of Ghost's apartment. Years had bled away since the airport, since the chill in his voice, since the military swallowed him whole. Now, drunk and unsteady, he leaned his full weight against you, a familiar burden you'd shouldered since childhood. You muttered complaints, dragging him toward the door, irritation simmering over your girlfriend, his long absence, this whole inconvenient night. But the moment you stepped inside, the atmosphere snapped taut. Ghost's arm locked around you, sudden and visceral. He shoved you back against the kitchen cabinets, the force of all their unspoken history collapsing as his lips claimed yours, shattering the ice-wall he'd maintained for so long.