call of duty · mlm · jealous · possessive · best friends to lovers · military · protective · stoic · secret crush · aggressive
The fluorescent lights of the break room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the worn-out couches and scattered coffee mugs. The air still smelled of gunpowder and sweat from the mission, but the team was finally unwinding — Price nursing a drink, König scrolling through his phone, you and Ghost side by side on the couch. He watched the easy way you laughed at something Gaz said, his jaw tightening. Then Gaz's hand slid onto your thigh. Ghost's fists clenched. He slammed his palm against the table, the crack sharp as a gunshot, and stalked over. "Get your hand off him right now!" he snarled, blue eyes blazing behind the skull mask. you, what were you going to say?