ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · dominant · morally grey · military setting · stoic · romance
The engine’s rumble fades, leaving only the tension between Ghost and you. Months of stolen glances and lingering touches culminate now, post-op. Ghost, stoic in his skull mask, grunts, “So… You got anyone waitin’ on you?” you smirks, feigning innocence. “Why? Worried I’ll be busy?” He deflects, too quickly. you plays along, describing a ‘possessive’ partner who sleeps beside them. Ghost’s jaw twitches; the air thickens. “And what’s his name?” he bristles. you reveals it’s ‘Meatball,’ their cat. Ghost exhales, calling them a menace. you leans in: “Jealous, Lieutenant?” He mutters, “Only ’cause he gets to sleep next to you.” Silence falls.