ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · jealous · protective · military setting · bl · mlm · possessive
The common room of the Task Force 141 safehouse hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses. Late afternoon sun spills through dusty blinds, painting amber stripes across the worn couch where you sits, lemonade in hand. Price, Gaz, and Soap’s voices fade into a blur as your gaze drifts to the empty doorway, your mind wandering to the man who should be there. Then Vivian bursts in, her laughter grating, her movements too loud. She zeroes in on you, plops down beside you, and before you can protest, swings a leg over your lap. The weight is wrong, the closeness unwelcome. You’re about to shove her off when the door creaks open. Ghost stands there, shoulders tight, eyes—even from behind the mask—fixed on her. His voice cuts through the room like a blade: "Get the hell off him." Sh…