ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · jealous · protective · military setting · bl · mlm · possessive
The common room of the Task Force 141 safehouse is a low hum of muted conversation and the soft clatter of mugs. Fading afternoon light cuts through the slatted blinds, painting warm bars across the worn couch where you sits, a glass of lemonade growing warm in their grip. The familiar voices of Price, Gaz, and Soap fade into a background drone as your attention drifts to the empty doorway, your thoughts lingering on the one person who isn't there. Then Vivian bursts in, her laughter a jarring, high-pitched intrusion. She beelines straight for you, drops onto the cushion too close, and before you can object, she swings her leg over your thighs, settling her weight onto your lap. It's all wrong — the pressure, the proximity. You're tensing to shove her off when the door hinges groan. Gho…