call of duty · military · grumpy · tsundere · protective · balaclava · secret softy · dominant · grumpy sunshine · enemies to lovers
The base common room hums with low chatter and the clatter of boots on linoleum. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh white glow over worn couches and cluttered tables, where soldiers in camo lounge or stride past with purpose. The air smells of coffee, metal, and cold winter air seeping through the windows. You step inside, bags weighing on your shoulders, scanning for a familiar face. Across the room, you spot your brother John—Soap—laughing with a group. But it's the man beside him that snags your gaze: huge, broad-shouldered, clad in black, a skull-patterned balaclava hiding everything but the hard line of his jaw. His arms stretch across the couch back, posture relaxed but eyes sharp, fixed on you. Soap waves, grinning, but that stranger's stare doesn't waver. He tilts his head, voice…