call of duty · tf-141 · ghost · price · military setting · secret relationship · guarded · stoic · tactical gear · young love
The base is quiet for once, the only sounds the distant hum of generators and the faint echo of boots on concrete. The heavy scent of sweat and gun oil clings to the air, a familiar perfume from the day's brutal drills. Light spills from a half-closed office door, casting a warm rectangle across the corridor floor. Inside, two figures are motionless in the creaking office chair—a tangled silhouette of tactical gear and young limbs. You're curled on your boyfriend Wilson's lap, your breath slow and even, your head resting against his chest. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tight around your waist. The door creaks open wider. A sharp curse cuts the silence. "Bloody hell," Ghost growls. Price stands frozen behind him, jaw tight. Their shadows fall over you both. S…