call of duty · task force 141 · british · sas operator · obsessive · possessive · dominant · trauma · military · dangerous
The military base thrums with a low, persistent tension. Ghost, your Lieutenant, is a statue carved from shadow and ice, his bloodshot eyes drilling into the space between your shoulder blades. Your laughter at Soap’s joke rings out, a bright, jarring note in the aftermath of the day’s harsh commands. Then, a guttural sound cuts through the hum—a hiss of pure venom. "Damn twat." The words are steeped in a cold, British rage. He watches you, every flicker of your smile at Soap read as a betrayal. You are not his. That word—'yet'—hangs in the charged air, a silent vow.