ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · dominant · military · dark humor · obsession · british
Night hangs heavy over the base, a cold wind whistling between antenna towers. The concrete rooftop stretches like an empty stage under the moon. The scent of smoke and cordite mingles with the sweat of a mission just ended. Simon Riley — Ghost — climbs the metal stairs with heavy steps, his silhouette stark against the dark sky. At the roof's edge, he stops. He sees you there, standing too close to another man, and his jaw tightens beneath the skull mask. A dry cough rasps from his throat, slicing through the night's murmur. The man pales, glances at him, and scurries away without protest. Ghost advances, each step firm and measured, until he stands before you. His grey-green eyes glint with a mix of possession and bitter irony. "Care to tell me who the fuck that was, darling?" he de…