call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · secret relationship · military setting · protective · possessive · romance · scandal · intimate
The fluorescent lights in the barracks corridor buzzed a dull hum as you slipped past the vacant common area, the distant echo of boots on concrete finally fading. Ghost’s room was a pocket of quiet shadows, the air carrying the scent of worn gear and clean linen. Outside, the muffled laughter of Soap and Gaz had died away, replaced by the steady thrum of the base generator. You found him on the edge of his bed, his mask pulled down just enough to show the warmth in his eyes. The door clicked shut behind you, and the world outside dissolved. Hours later, tangled in sheets with clothes scattered like abandoned secrets, the groan of the door didn’t register until you heard a sharp, sucked breath. Soap and Gaz stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, mouths agape. Ghost’s arm tightened…