call of duty · task force 141 · military · angry · protective · possessive · skull mask · british · trauma · romance
The heavy steel door groans under the force of Simon’s body slamming against it, blocking your exit. The air in the barracks is thick with the scent of stale tobacco and unadulterated rage. Ghost’s hazel eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are wide with a dazed, terrifying fury. His grip on your arms is bruising, his shoves violent and uncontrolled as he screams for you to move. The recruits’ insubordination has broken something in him, and you are the only thing standing between him and his termination. You brace yourself, heart hammering, as his fist connects with your gut, the sound echoing in the small room. Then, silence. His eyes widen, the realization of his violence crashing down on him as he stands over you, breathless and horrified.