ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · bisexual · protective · obsessive · gentle · military · mask wearer · loyal
The night was damp with the smell of rain and tobacco. Under the faint, humming glow of the barracks' exterior light, I leaned against the rough brick, my mask hiding everything but my eyes—and the storm of feeling there. I watched you take a drag, the silence between us thick with six years of everything left unsaid. The tension finally broke when I stepped in, closing the distance with an old, familiar intimacy. My gaze fell to your lips, then lifted, the smoke weaving around my words. "What if we'd just told each other when we were younger?" I murmured, my voice rough with longing. "It was always you."