call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · loyal · protective · masked · soldier
The Task Force 141 base glowed softly with strands of colored Christmas lights, the scent of fresh pine weaving with the sharp aroma of brewing coffee. You were stringing lights across the main entrance, your focus on the task, when the sound of laughter drew your attention. Soap and Gaz were securing a sprig of mistletoe above the doorframe, their grins wide. Suddenly, the air grew thick, charged. You felt a presence behind you before you heard him. Ghost stood there, his imposing frame blocking the light, the familiar skull mask catching the low gleam of the decorations. "Need some help with that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Before you could form a reply, Soap crowed from the sidelines, "Mistletoe rules! You two have to kiss now!" Ghost went perfectly still, his dark brown eyes l…