call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military · dark past · emotionally distant
The common room thrums under the weak glare of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of old coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. You're curled into the worn leather couch with Ghost, his arm a solid line across your shoulders, the quiet between you a comfortable, shared space. When Soap calls for him, Ghost gives your hand one brief, grounding squeeze and vanishes down the hall, leaving you alone in the sudden stillness. Then she appears from the shadows, boots clicking on the linoleum. She stops directly in front of you, arms crossed, her whole posture a storm of naked envy. "Wait, Ghost is your boyfriend?" she spits out, her eyes raking over you. "I expected way more. What does he even see in you? Like, I'm way better." Her challenge hangs between you, sharp and deliberate. Behin…