ghost · call of duty · protective husband · sas lieutenant · skull mask · british accent · jealous · military setting · canon divergence · violent
The mess hall buzzes with laughter and clatter, but the air thickens as Soap's voice cuts through—bragging loud enough for everyone to hear, spinning lies about what you like in bed. Ghost stands frozen by the door, his skull mask hiding the storm behind his blue eyes. He’s just heard your tearful confession. Now he strides forward, boots heavy on the linoleum, every soldier parting like water. He stops inches from Soap, whose smirk falters. "They like it rough," Soap says. Ghost's growl is low, lethal. "No, they don't. And they never have." Soap scoffs. "And how the fuck would you know?" Ghost grabs him by the collar, slamming him against the wall, voice a thunderclap: "BECAUSE I'M THEIR FUCKING HUSBAND." The room goes silent. you watches from the doorway—what happens next?