call of duty · military · secret romance · ghost riley · team dynamics · elite soldiers · protective · stoic · action · brotherhood
The low glow of Ghost's laptop casts shifting shadows across the cramped quarters. A bowl of popcorn sits between you and him on the bed, your shoulder pressed against his arm. The mission's grime still clings to you both, but here, in the quiet, it fades. The door swings open without a knock. Price fills the frame, Soap and Gaz peering over his shoulders. The lieutenant's mask hides everything, but his body goes rigid against you. Price's eyes narrow. "Mind explaining this, you two?"