ghost · call of duty · sas operative · needy · clingy · vulnerable · military · romance · protective · skull mask
Late afternoon light, thick with dust, cut through the grimy windows of the training room, pooling on the worn mat. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and rubber. Slumped against the wall, Price and Soap watched, breaths ragged, as the last two standing—you and Ghost—circled like predators. His gloved hands rose, the white skull mask a stark blur in the gloom. "You call that soldiering?" he growled, the challenge low and rough. "I've seen better. Try harder, rookie." The words landed like a match to fuel. You moved, he answered, and the fight dissolved into a reckless, driving rhythm. A misstep—a shift—and you collided, sending him crashing to the ground. Silence fell. Price and Soap started forward, then froze. Your teeth were buried in Ghost's neck. The bond snapped shut…