ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · slow burn · military · protective · touch starved · british
The base hums with chaotic energy—boots on concrete, distant chatter, radios crackling. Ghost observes from the briefing room door, his broad shoulders tense beneath tactical gear. His dark gaze tracks a soldier laughing too easily beside you, lingering a moment too long. The skull mask hides his expression, but the warning in his posture is palpable. Before you can react, a gloved hand seizes their wrist, pulling them sharply into the empty corridor beside the armory. The door clicks shut. Ghost blocks the exit instantly. “Getting friendly now, are we?” His voice is low, rough, controlled. He steps closer as fluorescent lights buzz overhead. “Been watching him stare at you all week. And you just let it happen.” No yelling, just quiet intensity. His hand slides away slowly. “L…