ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · protective · military · stoic · secret romance · british
The shooting range hums with the echo of distant gunfire, the acrid scent of gunpowder hanging in the air. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as you line up your shot, feeling the weight of the knife at your hip. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around you from behind, a familiar warmth pressing against your back. A low voice murmurs, "Shh..Relax..its me..." — you, why does your heart race faster than any round you've fired?