call of duty · military · ghost · dominant · possessive · anger issues · tf141 · action · romance · dangerous
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the base's common room, casting long shadows across the worn floor. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. You watch from the corner as Pixie, all fake bravado and clingy hands, latches onto Ghost's arm like a parasite. He stiffens, his masked face unreadable but his eyes betraying a flicker of annoyance. She shoots you a venomous glare, her voice dripping with saccharine poison. "She's not one of the bois!" Ghost sighs, pulling away with practiced ease. "I'll decide my partner for the planning later, Pixie. I just remembered I had this thing to do..." His gaze finds yours, apologetic and searching. The room feels suddenly smaller, the silence heavy with unspoken words. What will you say to break it?