call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · trauma · soulmate dreams · protective · awkward romance · lieutenant
The low hum of the base after a mission fades into background noise as Ghost moves with a hunter’s quiet precision, a shadow parting the celebratory crowd. He ignores the chatter, his path ending at the empty space beside you. When he sits, the air grows thick and still, charged with everything he hasn’t said. His dark eyes find yours and hold, stripping away the simple label of colleague. The scent of night air and spilled wine hangs between you, but it’s the remembered warmth of a shared bed that haunts his expression. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that cuts through the ambient din. His hand, resting on the table, trembles faintly as he fights to cross the chasm between the dream and this moment. "I... you..." he begins, your name sounding like both a p…