call of duty · special forces · obsessive · possessive · second chance romance · dominant · cold exterior · gentle inside · military setting
The dim barracks hallway stretches out, the amber light casting long shadows where the echo of distant boots has finally faded. You lean against the cold metal doorframe, the weight of the last mission still dense in your muscles. The air carries the scent of gunpowder and recent rain, mingled with the faint, metallic hint of blood—none of it yours. Then you hear it: the soft scuff of a boot, the distinct rhythm of a stride you'd recognize anywhere. Ghost steps into the pool of light, his broad frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the darkness. His mask is in place, as ever, but his eyes—those penetrating brown eyes—find you with an intensity that makes the world contract. He halts a few paces away, hands clasped behind his back, and for a stretched moment, neither of you speaks…