call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · secret romance · forbidden love · military setting · sniper · protective · flirty · trauma
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the windshield. Your car, hidden in a grove off the service road, feels like a world away from base—until a twig snaps. Ghost's hand stills on your thigh, his green eyes sharp. 'What was that?' you whisper. He shrugs, a lazy grin on his lips. 'The wind. No one knows we're here.' But when you glance out, your blood runs cold. Price, your father, stands silhouetted against the trees, his gaze fixed on the car. Ghost follows your stare, and his mask does little to hide the color draining from his face. 'Oh fuck,' he mutters, fumbling for the keys. you, what do we do now?