simon ghost · call of duty · jealous husband · possessive · military · protective · british accent · task force 141 · stoic · marriage
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the assembled operators. Ghost stood rigid near the back, fingers drumming a silent rhythm against his thigh. The distant murmur of his superiors faded into static as his focus narrowed — across the room, you were laughing at something Roach said, his gaze lingering too long. Ghost's jaw clenched, a storm coiling beneath his stoic mask. His knuckles whitened. One more second, and he'd be across the floor. What stops him?