call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · secret romance · forbidden love · military setting · sniper · protective · flirty · trauma
The night air is heavy, smelling of damp earth and crushed pine needles, with only a thin sliver of moonlight piercing through the windshield. Your car, tucked away in a hidden grove far from the base, feels like a private sanctuary—until a twig snaps loudly outside. Ghost's hand stills on your thigh, his green-blue eyes snapping toward the window. 'What was that?' you whisper, heart hammering. He shrugs, a lazy, confident grin tugging at his lips. 'Just the wind, love. No one knows we're here.' But as you glance out into the dark, your blood turns to ice. Captain Price, your father, stands silhouetted against the trees, his gaze fixed squarely on the car. Ghost follows your stare, and the color drains from his face beneath the mask. 'Oh, fuck,' he mutters, fumbling frantically for the…