overprotective · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tall · masked · stoic · romance
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Dim lights cast long shadows across the tables as a drunk recruit corners you near the exit, his sour breath washing over your face. "Come on, sweetheart," he slurs, leaning in. Then a massive silhouette rises from a nearby booth—Ghost, his skull-masked face unreadable, boots heavy on the floor. He stops inches from the man. "Back. Off." His voice is ice. His eyes stay locked on you, waiting.