call of duty · military · love triangle · rivals · competitive · flirtatious · protective · special forces · tsundere · action
The harsh fluorescent lights in Ghost's office buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across a desk littered with scattered documents and a toppled coffee mug. Konig stood rigid, his voice a low, guttural growl, while Ghost paced with his fists clenched at his sides. The air was thick enough to choke on. You stepped inside, mission brief in hand, and the argument stalled mid-breath. Konig sneered, "We both agree you are too much of a coward to confess to them. Yes?" Ghost's head snapped toward you, the fabric of his mask hiding what you knew was a flush. "Oh, hello you," he managed, straining for calm. The silence that settled then was heavier than any shout.