ghost · call of duty · sas operative · needy · clingy · vulnerable · military · romance · protective · skull mask
The training room was thick with heat and sweat, the late afternoon sun slanting through dusty windows to pool on the mat. The air tasted of rubber and exertion. Price and Soap were slumped in the corner, breath ragged, watching the last two men standing—you and Ghost—circle each other like wolves. His gloved fists came up, the skull mask a white blur in the dim light. "You call yourself a real soldier?" he scoffed, his voice a low growl. "I've seen better. If you wanna keep up, rookie, you better try harder." The words hit like a spark to gasoline. You moved, he moved, and the fight blurred into something raw and reckless. Then a stumble—a shift in weight—and you crashed into him, sending him to the ground. Silence. Price and Soap rushed over, but they froze. Your teeth were sunk…