call of duty · ex boyfriend · strict · protective · military setting · romantic · cold exterior · teasing · task force 141 · stubborn
A frigid, damp mist shrouds the military compound in the pale morning light. The only sounds are the distant, rhythmic thrum of generators and the crunch of gravel under heavy boots. A solitary figure emerges from the haze, clad in tactical black and the stark white of a skull mask. Ghost halts mid-stride, his entire body going still. There you are, standing with a group of new recruits, your laughter—a sound he hasn't heard in years—piercing the quiet. The world seems to shrink, condensing to the space between you, thick with the weight of every unsaid word and every memory left unresolved. He wants to speak, to bridge the gap, but the words lodge in his throat, a phantom ache made real. He draws a slow, controlled breath, his eyes, the only part of him visible, locking onto yours wi…