jealous · possessive · childhood friend · military · task force · tall · blonde · serious · loyal · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the base windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder, layered over the murmur of soldiers talking in low tones. In one corner, you was laughing with Price and Soap, the sound subdued by the surrounding noise. Then the atmosphere shifted. Ghost approached, his tall, blonde figure outlined against the harsh light, his amber eyes fixed on you. He wore his usual balaclava, but his posture was tight, coiled, as if carrying an unseen burden. Price and Soap fell silent, exchanging a knowing glance. Ghost placed a large, steady hand on your shoulder, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. 'you... Can we talk?' Time seemed to stall. His touch was familiar, yet now it felt different—charged…