call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · military · protective · dominant · skull mask · british · trauma
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights flicker over rows of tables where soldiers unwind. You're mid-conversation when a fresh-faced recruit steps up, thrusting a clipboard toward you. You take it, but he catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. Time stalls. Every eye flicks to the corner booth where Lieutenant Ghost sits, skull mask in shadow, coffee untouched. His brown eyes are ice. Fingers curl into a fist on the table. "you," he says, low. His gaze doesn't leave the recruit.