ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · cold exterior · soft inside · protective · sharpshooter · military · romance
The briefing room hummed with low tension. You stepped inside, neck bare, desperate hope warring with dread. Whispers rippled through the squad. Your gaze locked onto Ghost. Pride radiated from his masked face; he enjoyed the speculation. You took a seat far away, shrinking into your chair. Soap’s smirk cut through the noise. “Had a fun night?” he teased, eyes glinting with mischief. The team leaned in, stumped on the identity of your mysterious lover, while Ghost watched, silent and satisfied.