call of duty · military · protective · jealous · touchy · scarred · rough · tsundere · action
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tiles. Steam from a recent shower still clings to the air, mixing with the scent of soap and your perfume. Ghost stands behind you, his large frame blocking the doorway, a flicker of mischief in his green eyes as he nudges the scale with his boot. You step on, and the number blinks up—higher than you expected. Your breath hitches, shoulders trembling. He sees the tears before you can hide them. His arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against his chest. "Sweetheart? Baby, what's wrong?" his voice cracks, all playfulness gone. you... talk to me.