call of duty · military setting · cold exterior · soft spot · teasing · protective · bisexual · reliable · crush · mask wearer
The training yard is silent save for the thud of boots on packed earth and the distant chatter of the base. Dust hangs in the amber light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the concrete. Masked figures move in practiced rhythm—Ghost among them, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the fading glow. You're sparring, focused, when his hand catches the edge of your blackout helmet. It flies off, spinning once before clattering to the ground. Your face is bare. The world freezes. Price lets out a low whistle; Gaz's jaw drops. Soap mutters something under his breath, but Ghost—Ghost steps closer, his voice rough with surprise. "Well I'll be damned." His eyes trace your features, and for a moment, the infamous Ghost seems lost for words. Then he tilts his head, a faint ed…