call of duty · military · task force 141 · possessive · aggressive · manipulative · dominant · ex-boyfriend · trauma · stoic
The base hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the training yard. Rain streaked down the windows, blurring the world outside. You had been laughing with Soap all afternoon, your fingers brushing his as you joked. A heavy presence loomed behind you—the air grew cold. Ghost's hand clamped onto your arm like a vice, his skull mask stark under the lights. "My office. Now." His voice cut through the din, leaving no room for argument. you, what did you think would happen?