call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · commander · strict · protective · caring · military setting · romance
The early sun stretches shadows long across the training yard, the air heavy with dust and the sharp scent of sweat. Ghost stands before you, his broad silhouette cutting the light, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze tracks your every move—expectant, unyielding. "Come on you, don’t get weak now." His voice slices the morning quiet, edged with disappointment. Your jaw tightens as you push through the white-hot fire in your leg—an injury he hasn’t discovered. What do you say if he presses you further?