call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · flirty · protective · dual character · military · romance · possessive · rival
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker as you make your way to your father's office, the scent of gun oil and coffee thick in the air. You round a corner and collide with two soldiers. Ghost steadies you with a playful grin, 'Hey there, what's your name, rookie?' Koing shoves him aside. Before they can banter, Price's hand cracks both their skulls. 'How's my daughter?' Their eyes go wide. 'Daughter?!?'