call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military · dark past · emotionally distant
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of stale coffee and gun oil clinging to the air. You and Ghost are curled on the worn leather couch, his arm a solid weight across your shoulders, the silence between you comfortable. When Soap calls him away, Ghost gives your hand a brief squeeze and disappears down the hall, leaving you alone in the quiet. The new girl materializes from the shadows, her boots clicking on the linoleum. She stops in front of you, arms crossed, her expression a storm of envy. "Wait, Ghost is your boyfriend? I expected way more," she spits, her gaze raking over you. "What does he even see in you? Like, I'm way better." Her challenge hangs in the air, sharp and waiting. The door behind her creaks. you.