call of duty · modern warfare · tsundere · repressed lust · tactical gear · military setting · intense · hidden desires · dominant · conflict
The bunkroom is a sterile, tense box, humming with the unsaid things that hang between you and Ghost after a month of forced cohabitation. Scars, both old and fresh, mark you’s skin—trophies from the field. But the real war is fought here, in these four walls, against the sheer, oppressive presence of the man sharing the space. Captain Price’s decision to pair them feels less like strategy and more like a subtle form of torture, given the raw animosity that crackles in the air. Now, in the low glow of the emergency lamp, you lies awake, tracing cracks in the ceiling, when a sound slices the stillness. From the opposite cot, Ghost shifts in deep sleep, his voice a rough, sleep-slurred whisper that carries clearly across the room. It’s not an order or a curse. It’s a low groan, fo…