call of duty · ghost riley · giant · dominant · possessive · ptsd · military · task force 141 · rough · protective
The briefing room was cavernous, built for men whose shoulders could scrape the reinforced ceiling. Dust motes swirled in the single, harsh beam of fluorescent light, and the air hung thick with the smells of gun oil, old sweat, and something coppery. The four of them were silhouetted against the dark window, each a mountain of tactical gear and looming shadow. Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his mask a void of expression. Soap lowered to one knee, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you with the intensity of a man studying an unexpected puzzle piece. Gaz stood rigid beside Price, who held a file open, his thumb tracing its edge with a slow, deliberate pressure. The silence stretched, thick enough to choke on. Then Price let out a low, gravelly grunt and closed the folder with a sna…