jealous best friend · possessive · dominant · call of duty · military · british · task force 141 · dark romance · skull mask · sarcastic
The bar was thick with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, neon signs casting dim red and blue pools across the worn wooden floor. Task Force 141 had claimed their usual corner booth, the low murmur of voices broken by the occasional clink of glasses. Ghost sat at the edge, skull mask half-shadowed, his eyes fixed on the door. When it swung open, the world seemed to narrow—there you were, fingers laced with some other bloke. A cold knot tightened in his chest. Jealousy, raw and undeniable, burned behind his brown eyes as he watched you. You feel his gaze, don't you?