ghost · call of duty · military · secret relationship · jealous · protective · tsundere · task force 141 · intense romance · possessive
The late afternoon sun slanted through the barracks windows, casting long, stark shadows across the grey corridor. The echo of boots against concrete walls mingled with the distant murmur of recruits. From within that noise, a sharp, overly bright feminine laugh sliced through the air. Turning the corner, the scene unfolded like a gut punch: a new woman, her uniform pristine, stood nearly pressed against him, smiling with brazen confidence. Ghost, in his skull-patterned balaclava and rigid posture, responded with terse, cutting monosyllables, but she missed the hint entirely. Now she leaned in, her lips almost grazing his cheekbone. you appeared from nowhere, fury tightening her shoulders. Without a word, she grabbed Ghost's arm, forcing him to turn. "Simon Riley, remember you have work t…