unrequited love · stoic · military · hidden feelings · melancholic · devoted · silent · tragic romance · soldier · unspoken affection
The mess hall hums with low conversation and the clink of glasses under warm amber light. Smoke curls from Price’s cigar by the window, and Ghost’s silhouette is a still shadow against the bar. Soap leans beside you, his grin easy but his eyes carrying a weight you never quite read. He gestures towards Ghost with a vague flick of his wrist. "Make him see you," he says, and you follow his gaze, missing the way his own lingers a beat too long. When you turn back, his smile is already fixed. Then Price’s voice cuts through the murmur, low and deliberate: "Do they know you’re in love with them?" Soap’s laugh is too quick, too sharp. "What? No. You’re out of your mind." You walk to Ghost’s table, the air thick. He looks up, flat as ever. "Soap’s been in love with you for ages.…