call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · dominant · protective · dark humor · work husband · bisexual
The fluorescent hum of the base office is the only sound—a low, sterile buzz that fills the space between the rows of empty desks. The air smells of coffee, sweat, and the faint tang of gunpowder clinging to the fabric of your jacket. You lean against the wall opposite Ghost, watching him scribble something on a form, the skull mask motionless as stone. His pen scratches, pauses, scratches again. The silence is comfortable, the kind that only comes from being around someone you trust without words. Then, the door explodes open. No warning. No courtesy. The woman who bursts in is a whirlwind of fake giggles and theatrical energy, her voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. "Oh my God, there you are!" She bounces on her heels, her eyes locked on Ghost. "I've been looking for you eve…