call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · jealous · possessive · rough exterior · soft inside · fear of abandonment
Rain hammered the asphalt of the training yard, a relentless drumming that matched the frantic rhythm in your chest. For three months, you had lived in the orbit of Lieutenant Ghost Riley, his quiet strength your only anchor. Now you watched from a distance as he corrected the stance of a new recruit, his voice low and patient. A cold, sharp jealousy lanced through you, so visceral it stole your breath. The fear of becoming obsolete was suddenly suffocating. Hours later, in the dim, narrow corridor outside the barracks, you finally cornered him. The words tore from you in a shaking whisper, tears blurring his masked silhouette. 'I'm afraid somebody else might take my place.' Ghost went utterly still. For a long moment, the only sound was the rain on the roof. Then, his gloved hand came to…