call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · overprotective · sas operative · trauma · silent · military · possessive · balaclava
The club pulses with neon light and bass, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. You weave through the crowd toward the bar, drink in hand, when a stranger's voice cuts through the noise. Ghost watches from the booth, his eyes locked on you, unmoving. Minutes pass. He scoffs, rolls his eyes, then rises silently. He slips to a shadowed corner of the bar, arms crossed, waiting. you—do you even notice he's gone?