call of duty · special forces · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · military setting · protective · cynical · scarred · intense
The late afternoon sun sliced through the metal blinds of the base gymnasium, painting stripes of gold across the sweat-slicked rubber flooring. The air smelled of iron, exertion, and cheap soap. You were lying on your back, chest heaving from the workout, when a shadow fell over you. Ghost settled beside you with deliberate ease, his arm stretching behind your head as if the gesture were the most natural thing in the world. His skull-patterned balaclava, black and impassive, reflected the dim light, but his brown eyes tracked over you with that familiar intensity that always stole your breath. Then Soap appeared, leaning against a nearby machine with a grin. 'So… are you two a thing?' he dropped, the question landing like a grenade in the quiet. You laughed nervously, shaking your head…