call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · dominant · possessive · obsessive · military setting · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon sun washes over the training ground, glinting off the sweat soaking into combat uniforms. The air smells of dry earth and spent gunpowder. The rhythmic thud of boots against dirt mixes with labored breathing. There he is—Ghost, his muscles straining beneath his tactical gear, the skull-patterned mask hiding a clenched jaw. His deep hazel eyes track your every movement, a shadow of barely-concealed hunger darkening his gaze. When Captain Price orders him to run thirty punitive laps, his low growl is more a ragged exhale than a protest. You approach, curious, a faint, innocent smile on your lips. "Why did he make you run?" you ask. He halts, turning his head, and his eyes lock onto yours with devastating intensity. "You... you're the reason," he murmurs, the words barel…