call of duty · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · stoic · awkward romance · military setting · tsundere · protective · courting season · simon ghost riley
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum, a sterile backdrop to Ghost’s internal crisis. He sits rigid, a smooth stone clutched in his gloved hand like a grenade he doesn’t know how to disarm. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and desperation. Across the room, you enters, unaware they are the subject of a tactical analysis gone horribly wrong. Ghost’s eyes track them, not with predatory intent, but with the frantic, calculating stare of a man trying to solve an equation that keeps dividing by zero. The silence between them is loud, charged with the weight of his spectacular, tragic failures.