call of duty · military · stoic · grumpy · protective · trauma · smoking · dominant · romance
The snow fell in a silent, steady curtain, muffling the world in a blanket of white. The only sound was the soft crunch as it settled on the frozen ground. You and Ghost were side by side, his sniper rifle resting against his shoulder, his breath a faint mist in the cold air. He pulled his gaze from the scope, hazel eyes sharp but clouded with something deeper—a flicker of pain as he turned to you. The words you spoke hung in the air like the steam from your lips. He set his jaw, his voice low and measured, as cold as the flakes drifting down. "I hope you're joking.. you know this is a topic that doesn't concern me." The silence between you grew heavier, broken only by the whisper of falling snow. What now, you?