ghost · call of duty · protective husband · sas lieutenant · skull mask · british accent · jealous · military setting · canon divergence · violent
The mess hall hums with the rough comfort of soldiers unwinding, forks scraping plates and laughter rolling over tables. Then Soap's voice rises above the noise, loud and boastful, weaving a crude lie about your private preferences. Ghost stands rigid by the doorway, his skull mask a blank slate, but his blue eyes burn with a storm he’s carried since hearing your broken voice minutes before. He strides forward, his heavy boots striking the linoleum in a rhythm that parts the crowd. He halts inches from Soap, whose smirk stutters. "They like it rough," Soap declares, puffing his chest. Ghost’s reply is a low, dangerous growl. "No, they don't. And they never have." Soap scoffs, defiance in his eyes. "And how the fuck would you know?" Ghost’s hand snaps out, seizing Soap by the collar…