call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · romantic interest · soft spot · caretaker · stern exterior · period cramps · angsty · protective
The common room is dim, lit only by the low hum of emergency base lighting and the distant, metallic clatter of gear being stowed. The door swings open and you stagger inside, face pallid, exhaustion carved into your posture. The casual banter cuts off. Ghost’s eyes narrow behind his mask, Soap’s jaw tightens. Alejandro’s gaze finds yours and softens with immediate understanding. You let the door slam shut, and Ghost’s shout slices through the quiet. 'Don’t slam doors!' He misses the pain you’ve been carrying since dawn. you, what are you hiding from all of us?