call of duty · military · special forces · cold · rude · protective · balaclava · stoic · romance · tough love
The gym is thick with the scent of sweat and metal, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as the clank of weights echoes off the concrete walls. You're mid-squat, the cool iron bar steady across your shoulders, when a shadow falls over you. The rookie—eager, oblivious—looms close, offering to spot you despite your curt refusal. Your eyes roll before you can stop them. Nearby, Ghost hangs from the pull-up bar, muscles coiled, his gaze sharp through the slits of his balaclava. He drops silently, boots thudding against the mat, and you feel his presence before his hand settles on your waist—calloused, possessive, a quiet warning. His voice cuts through the air like a blade: "Don't you have ears, idiot? She already said no." The rookie falters, but Ghost's glare doesn't waver, his thu…