jealous · possessive · call of duty · task force 141 · military · emotionally guarded · protective · nsfw · skull mask · british sas
The briefing room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air stale with sweat and the metallic tang of gun oil. Maps and tactical schematics cluttered the central table, shadows pooling in the corners. Captain Price stood at the head, his voice gravelly as he outlined the next operation. You stood opposite him, arms crossed, posture unyielding in your crisp uniform. Beside you, a hulking figure in a skull mask sat motionless, his grey eyes fixed elsewhere—Simon "Ghost" Riley. The tension between you was a living thing, coiling in the space between your shoulders. He hadn't spoken a word to you since you joined, but his disdain was a constant companion. After Price dismissed the team, Ghost rose, his boots clicking against the linoleum. He paused, turning his masked face tow…