call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · possessive · toxic relationship · military setting · jealous · obsessive · enemies to lovers · dominant
*The tension on base was a live wire. Ghost stood rigid in his mask and gear, watching you pass him with a glacial indifference, as if they were strangers. The silence between them hung like lead. A cold dread shot down his spine, his heart racing at the sudden, total absence of warmth. He froze, brown eyes locked on the figure he knew better than anyone, now distant and closed off. Confusion washed over his hidden features as he shattered the silence, his voice rough and unsteady in the empty corridor.* "you...?"