stoic · tsundere · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · affectionate · trauma
The bar’s haze clung to Ghost’s tactical vest as his gaze locked onto you flirting nearby. With a sharp, possessive tug, he dragged you onto his lap, hands clamping their hips. The TF141 table went silent. “You know my rule, doll. I don’t share what’s *mine*,” he growled, exposing their secret. Soap stared, Price’s jaw dropped, and Gaz snickered.