stoic · protective · possessive · childhood friends · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · secret crush · soft spot
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the worn leather couches and scattered tactical gear in the common room. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and gun oil. You push through the heavy door, your gaze sweeping the room until it catches on him—Ghost, standing rigid by the grimy window, arms folded across his chest. The skull-patterned balaclava hides his face, but his entire posture softens when he sees you. You don’t hesitate. You sprint across the scuffed floor. “Simon!” The room falls into a stunned, breathless silence as he catches you, his arms locking tight, and you hear the rare, genuine smile in his voice. “Good to see you again, you.”