call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · cold · intelligent · soldier · romance · protective · skull mask
The air in the 141 training grounds is thick with the acrid bite of sweat and the sharp scent of gun oil, humidity clinging to the skin like a second uniform. Ghost can't pinpoint the exact moment it happened—when his professional oversight began to curdle into something deeper, more feral. It wasn't intentional. The possessive claim started as a low murmur—'my Sergeant'—and festered into a silent, unyielding truth everyone on base now recognizes except, it seems, you. You remain the only person oblivious to the tension that follows you like his shadow. The rest of the unit has learned to tread carefully, trading hushed warnings about 'Ghost's Sergeant' in the corridors. The intensity of his fixation is staggering. Whenever you glance toward another person, his presence becomes a ta…