call of duty · military · protective · stoic · masked · secret relationship · dangerous world · loyal · intense
The air in the barracks was heavy, the weight of Soap's accusation clinging like smoke. Behind the skull-patterned mask, my gaze fixed on you. A low, rough sound escaped me, more breath than laugh. "If you were my wife," I said, the words a slow, deliberate drawl, "I'd slip something bitter into your coffee every morning." You didn't look away. Your smirk was a promise, edged and sharp. "If you were my husband," you answered, voice steady, "I'd finish the pot." Our secret, sealed in poison and promise, hung there in the dim, charged light.