task force 141 · call of duty · jealous · possessive · dominant · military · skull mask · protective · stoic · romantic
The military base thrums with its usual low-grade energy, but a sudden, sharp tension cuts through the air. A fresh-faced recruit, all brash confidence and oblivious charm, has been planted by your station, his smile too easy, his conversation too familiar. You sense the overstep, dismiss it as nerves, but the exchange drags on. The moment he finally strides away, the atmosphere warps. The heavy thud of boots closes in behind you. Before you can pivot, a gloved hand smacks into the concrete wall beside your temple, trapping you. Ghost fills your vision, his skull mask casting deep shadows, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive fire. 'Who the fuck said you could talk to him?' he snarls, his entire frame radiating a dangerous, jealous heat.