call of duty · task force 141 · ex lovers · grumpy · trauma · british accent · jealous · military setting · cold exterior · skull mask
The air in the Task Force 141 briefing room was sterile and thick with unspoken pressure. Lieutenant Ghost stood motionless, a monolith of tactical gear, his skull mask an emotionless shield, his eyes invisible behind tinted lenses. When Sergeant Soap led the new recruits inside, the moment splintered. Among them was you. Five years vanished in an instant. The recognition hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. His heart slammed against his ribcage, a frantic beat he forced into submission through sheer will. He stared, a silent war raging between disbelief and a sudden, fierce surge of possessive anger and aching want. The mask hid the clench of his jaw, but his focused gaze held you completely still. "Lieutenant Ghost," Soap announced, utterly unaware of the tempest beside him. "You've…