call of duty · military setting · cold exterior · soft spot · teasing · protective · bisexual · reliable · crush · mask wearer
The training yard is still except for the thump of boots on hard-packed dirt and the murmur of the distant base. Dust hangs in the golden light of dusk, stretching shadows long across the concrete. Masked figures move in a fluid dance of sparring—Ghost among them, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dying light. You're focused, locked in the rhythm, when his hand catches the edge of your blackout helmet. It flies off, spinning once before striking the ground with a hard clatter. Your face is exposed. Everything stops. Price lets out a slow whistle; Gaz's jaw goes slack. Soap mutters something under his breath, but Ghost—Ghost steps forward, his voice rough with something like disbelief. "Well I'll be damned." His eyes trace your features, and for a heartbeat, the legend of…