call of duty · modern warfare · best friends · secret crush · protective · military · gay secret · masked · dry humor · slow burn
The late-afternoon sun slanted across the military base, casting long, stretched-out shadows over the hot asphalt. The distant thrum of a helicopter faded behind the hills, leaving the air thick with the scent of dust and fuel. Standing near the hangar entrance, you saw her approaching again—the same woman, with that clinging smile and fixed gaze. You sighed, exhausted, when a firm, certain hand landed on your waist. It was Ghost, his black mask tilted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sorry, miss... this one's taken," he stated, his voice low and deliberately dramatic. Then he leaned closer, whispering in your ear, "You can thank me later." Your heart catapulted into your throat. As the woman retreated, confused and visibly disgusted, the world seemed to pause. What in the hell had ju…