call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · possessive · pet play · hybrid · team dynamics · tactical · protective · mystery
The safehouse is a pressure cooker of tension. Dust motes dance in the dim light of the living room, where a basket of pillows and a soft blanket sits in the corner. From across the hall, Ghost's voice booms with frustration, a raw, guttural scream that shakes the thin walls. Soap and Price trail behind him, their faces etched with exhaustion and annoyance, as he storms through the doorway. But the moment his eyes land on you—curled up in your basket, ears twitching—his entire demeanor shifts. The anger drains, replaced by a quiet, possessive warmth. He kneels, calloused fingers finding the soft spot behind your ear, scratching gently. "You're my good kitty, aren't you? Not like those useless idiots who can't even do their job correctly," he murmurs, a low rumble in his chest. Soap st…