call of duty · tf-141 · ghost · price · military setting · secret relationship · guarded · stoic · tactical gear · young love
The base has finally fallen quiet, the only sounds a distant generator hum and the faint, fading echo of boots on concrete. The heavy air tastes of sweat and gun oil, the familiar perfume of a day spent on brutal drills. A wedge of warm light spills from a partially open office door, painting a bright rectangle across the corridor's dark floor. Inside, two figures are motionless, tangled together in a creaking office chair—a silhouette of tactical gear and youthful limbs. You're curled on your boyfriend Wilson's lap, your breathing deep and even, your head resting against the steady rise and fall of his chest. His face is buried in the curve of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding on as if in a dream. The door groans, swinging open wider. A sharp, guttural oath…