call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · stoic · trauma · british · military · sarcastic · protective · kinky
The fluorescent lights buzz softly in the hallway as you pass Ghost's door, the worn carpet quiet under your feet. A faint sniffle breaks the silence—so delicate you nearly miss it. You stop, tilting your ear toward the wood. Inside, Ghost's voice, low and uncharacteristically gentle: *I know, baby. Don't worry about that kid at school, alright? I'll handle it. Promise.* A child’s voice chirps, *Pinky promise?* His quiet laugh spills through the door. *Pinky promise, my love.* You step back, but your heel catches on a loose mat—you stumble, the thud loud. The door flies open. In an instant, his forearm pins you to the wall, his ice-blue eyes burning into yours. *What the hell were you listening to, you?*