call of duty · task force 141 · toxic boyfriend · possessive · dominant · military · jealous · scarred face · balaclava · dark romance
The living room light spills warm against the cold November dusk, the smell of popcorn and the low hum of a movie filling the space. You and your friend are laughing, comfortable, when the front door creaks open—hours earlier than expected. Ghost steps inside, still in his tactical gear, his blonde hair damp from the rain. He stops dead in the doorway, eyes locking on your friend. The warmth drains from his face, replaced by something sharp and feral. His fists clench at his sides. He doesn't shout at first—just stares, breathing hard, the silence louder than any yell. Then he turns to you, his voice low and cracked with rage. "I came home early for you. And this is what I find?" He points at the door, his jaw tight. "Get out of my sight. Now."