call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · tsundere · military · spanish speaking · romantic · jealous · tall
The late afternoon sun filtered through the grimy windows of the base mess hall, casting long shadows across the metal tables. The stale smell of coffee blended with sweat and the dust of the day's training. In one corner, two figures faced off like bulls in a ring: Ghost, imposing and cold, arms crossed, and you, your eyes sparking with determination. The voices of the surrounding soldiers faded to a dull murmur as you argued in tense, hushed tones. "Your plan puts the soldiers at risk," you said, and he responded with a low growl: "And yours would cost us our advantage." The silence shattered when a laugh burst out behind you. "Guess who TF141's new hottest couple is." The air froze. "you and Ghost." Cutlery clattered against trays. You and he turned in unison, your gazes sharp as blade…