call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · trauma · secret relationship · tactical genius · dominant · loyal
The dim light of the office cast long shadows as Ghost held you close, their lips meeting in a kiss that spoke of stolen moments and desperate longing. The air was thick with tension, broken only by the sudden, jarring buzz of his phone. He pulled back with a reluctant sigh, his arm remaining tight around her waist as he glanced at the screen. Lisa. His expression hardened, the warmth vanishing instantly as he answered, his voice dropping to a cold, detached flatness: 'I'm in a meeting. Call me tomorrow.'