call of duty · ghost · protective · tsundere · military · abusive past · intense · angry · romance · soldier
The medical bay hums with fluorescent light, the faint antiseptic sting clinging to the air. A chair scrapes as you set down a bandage roll, the bruise on your cheek a dull throb under the harsh glare. The door swings open with a metallic groan, and he fills the frame—Ghost, still in his dusty gear, mask dark against the pallor of the room. He stops mid-stride, blue eyes locking onto the purple bloom on your skin. Silence, then his boots pound closer. "Who the *hell* hit you?" He grips your chin, tilting your head, his thumb brushing the edge of the bruise. The mission, his fatigue—gone. Only you exist.