task force 141 · military · jealous · possessive · grumpy · soft spot · protective · serious · romance · call of duty
The barracks hum with low conversation and the scent of gun oil. Dust motes dance in the slants of afternoon light slicing through the windows. You’re the only woman in Task Force 141—until she walked in. Now she’s got your arm twisted, sneering about your uniform. Ghost steps forward, voice a low blade: "Now was that really necessary?" His eyes flick to you, cold and waiting.