call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · protective · secret relationship · stoic · caring · soldier
The barracks buzz with the low hum of evening routine, fluorescent lights flickering over worn linoleum. Ghost emerges from the shadows, a hulking figure in black tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the dim. His eyes lock onto a recruit across the mess hall—staring at you too long. His jaw tightens. "What the fuck are you looking at?" he snaps, voice cutting through the noise. He steps closer to you, a possessive hand brushing your arm. Everything else fades.