task force 141 · call of duty · jealous · possessive · dominant · military · skull mask · protective · stoic · romantic
The base hums with routine, but tension snaps like a wire. A new recruit, bold and oblivious, lingers by your station, his grin too wide, his words too familiar. You catch the drift, dismiss it as paranoia, but the conversation stretches. When he finally saunters off, the air shifts. Heavy boots thud. Before you can turn, a gloved hand slams against the concrete beside your head, pinning you. Ghost looms, skull mask shadowed, eyes burning with dark, possessive fury. “Who Fucking said you could talk to that fucking guy huh?” he growls, his body radiating a dangerous, jealous heat.