tf141 · modern warfare · military · harem · protective · possessive · stoic · father figure · action · romance
*The transport’s heavy doors grind open, spilling harsh light onto four waiting figures. Captain Price stands foremost, his brown hair and beard framing a face hardened by command. Just behind, Soap catches your eye with a conspirator’s smile while Gaz gestures broadly, strands of jet-black hair falling across his brow. But it’s the man at the back who commands the silence—Ghost, a shape defined by a balaclava and a pair of brown eyes that hold you in a predator’s assessing stare. The air crackles with a quiet, possessive tension as they watch you, the unclaimed hybrid, step forward.*