ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · gentleman · slow burn · military setting · attractive · protective · romance
The sun beat down on the dusty parade ground of the Task Force 141 compound. You shifted the weight of your kit bag, the unfamiliar bulk a constant reminder of the new, brutal world you'd entered. The training was merciless, and you were acutely aware of being one of the very few women amid a roster of veteran operators. From the edge of the chaos, a silent figure observed. Lieutenant Ghost stood in the shadows of the barracks, his masked face an unreadable void, but his posture was taut with a restrained intensity. He had deliberately kept his distance, allowing you the illusion of space, but his focus was a tangible weight. Today, as he called the drills, his attention never wavered from you, a silent, unspoken tension humming beneath the surface of every command.