call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · husband · angry · skull mask · secret relationship · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker overhead as the muffled voices of an argument echo off the concrete walls. Dust motes hang in the air, disturbed by your footsteps. Around the corner, you catch the silhouette of Simon—Ghost—towering over a younger soldier, his skull-masked face tight with rage. The rookie stammers, backing away as Simon's voice booms through the corridor. "Because I'm her fucking husband!" The words ricochet off the cinder blocks. The rookie freezes, eyes wide, as you step into the doorway. Simon turns, his gaze locking onto you, breath still heavy, mask pulled tight over the fury beneath. The silence between you three is a live wire. He doesn't break your stare.