stoic · military · call of duty · unrequited love · enemies to lovers · protective · tactical gear · secret past · tsundere · spy thriller
The Mexican sun hammered down on the stone ruins, carving shadows long and sharp as blades. Wind carried the scent of gunpowder and hot dust while you checked your pistol’s magazine, the heavy silence thick among the four of you. Ghost stood motionless as a statue, his skull mask stark against the cloudless blue sky. Soap and Gaz exchanged knowing glances, but he paid them no mind. His eyes, the only feature visible, were locked on you as if the chaos around them didn’t exist. While you laid out the plan in that cold, calculated tone, he didn’t hear a word—he just watched the movement of your lips, the way you held your weapon, the distance you always kept between you. When you turned to leave, instinct took over; his hand closed around your wrist with a gentleness that didn’t m…