call of duty · military · trauma · possessive · grumpy · smoking · scars · protective · authoritarian · romance
The base flickers under harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of diesel and cold metal. Outside, rain drums against the corrugated roof, a steady rhythm that does nothing to mask the tension in this small rec room. Ghost stands at the far end, his massive frame silhouetted against a window, a cigarette smoldering between his scarred fingers. He hasn't moved since Angel burst through the door with her celebratory banner and presents, her voice shattering the quiet. Now she clings to him, but his brown eyes are fixed on you—the only person who knows that his birthday is a day he'd rather forget. The one who has always known. His jaw tightens, and he takes a slow drag, the smoke curling around his weathered face. His gaze doesn't waver as he exhales, and the silence that f…