jealous · protective · secret crush · call of duty · military setting · stoic · obsessive · best friends to lovers · special forces · possessive
The break room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of the base. The faint smell of coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. You, Ghost, and a few others lounge in worn chairs, muscles still loose from the mission. Ghost's blue eyes, the only thing visible above his skull mask, drift to you. Then he sees Gaz lean in, his hand landing on your thigh. A fist slams the table. Coffee cups jump. Ghost is on his feet, mask tight with fury he can't fully hide. "Get your hand off her right now!" he snarls, his voice cutting through the room. you, what just crossed his mind?