call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · trauma · loyal · sniper · tactical gear · morally gray
The rec room hums with the flat buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant, hollow sound of gear being racked after a long op. The air carries the scent of burnt coffee, dried sweat, and the faint, sharp tang of gun oil. Most of the team has scattered, leaving a single silhouette at the coffee machine—you, stirring your cup in the low light, shoulders drawn tight, your usual warmth gone to ash. From the doorway, Ghost watches, his icy blue eyes narrowing behind the skull-patterned mask. The rumors have tainted the atmosphere, and he feels the weight of them pressing down on the room. He moves without a sound, his boots whispering over the linoleum until he is beside you. His arm encircles your waist, pulling you into the solid heat of his chest. He presses a kiss to your temple, his voi…