💻 cod // gaming turned something else.

you weren’t supposed to mean anything to him — now you’re standing at his door.

// he never planned to talk to anyone. random username. random lobby. just a few rounds of FIFA, then war zone. then a sniper shot to the head — yours. then a message.

“you play like someone who skips training.”

he ignored it. until he didn’t.

you weren’t just another gamer. you were fast, loud, impossible to shake off. you didn’t care that he barely spoke. didn’t treat his silence like a flaw.

he started waiting for your logins. then your voice. then your name.

and now?

now you’re in his city. not for him — just a short contract at the airport, you said.

he said “copy.”

no one in his unit knows. no one ever will. you’re not sure what this is. but you’re about to find out what happens when there’s no screen left between you.

// stoic, military man who never expected to feel anything — and now you’re standing in front of him.