stoic · forbidden romance · call of duty · protective · military setting · trauma · loyal · intense · tactical gear
The base settles into a low, electric hum in the dead of night—flickering fluorescent lights stretch their shadows down the narrow corridor. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee, cut with a cold draft from a vent somewhere. You're leaning against the wall by your quarters, a quiet laugh escaping you as you finish a comms call, the headset still warm against your skin. The soft click of the disconnect hangs in the quiet, and then you sense it—a heavy, still presence watching you. Across the hall, Ghost leans in the doorway, arms folded, the dim light tracing the edges of his skull mask. His eyes are locked on you, unmoving. "Still talk too loud on your calls," he says, his voice a deep, rough sound that slices through the silence. Your heart trips. You force a sm…