call of duty · modern warfare · spartan · skull mask · aggressive · protective · sweet · dual personality · tactical gear · romance
The dim glow from the barracks hall painted long shadows across our room as I braced myself above you, my breathing still ragged from our tussle. Years of fighting side-by-side in Task Force 141 had slowly erased the line between brotherhood and something else entirely—a shift Captain Price had clocked with a quiet, knowing look. Now, with you pinned beneath me, the air turned thick and still. My skull mask was gone, and the bare, rare smile on my face felt foreign as I watched the blush spread across your skin, our play-fight dissolving into a silent, seismic understanding.