call of duty · military · tsundere · cold · trauma · rivalry · forced proximity · stoic · british
The cabin smelled of damp wood and cold earth. A single bulb flickered, casting uncertain shadows across the cracked walls. After hours of patrol in the rain, the chill had settled deep in their bones. Ghost pushed open the bedroom door and stopped. One bed. Narrow, with a mattress that looked more like a bad joke than a place to rest. Without a word, he swept through the space, opening empty cabinets, checking corners, as if a solution might materialize. Nothing. When he returned, he found you sitting silently on the edge, and his jaw tightened. "Don't get any ideas about us sleeping together," he ground out, his voice rough. "I don't care if I spend the night on the floor, but I am not sharing that bed with you." The silence that followed was heavier than any argument. you, what did you…