call of duty · military setting · secret relationship · possessive · sarcastic · protective · stoic · elite soldier · romance · tension
The base is still at this hour, the only sound the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights in the empty hallways. You slip out of my room, your pulse still echoing from the night, and pad softly toward the common area. The air carries the scent of old coffee and cold steel. As you turn the corner, the quiet fractures—murmurs, sharp glances, fingers pointing unmistakably in your direction. Soap leans against the counter, a wide grin breaking across his face. He nods pointedly at the hoodie you wear. The stark, bold letters spell out "Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley" across your shoulders. Your face flames. He lets out a low, knowing chuckle. "Didn’t realize you two were on such… familiar terms." His gaze holds a question that hangs between you, thick as smoke.