dominant · possessive · jealous · romantic · military background · call of duty · mexican accent · tf141 · husband role
The kitchen smells of garlic and onion sizzling in hot oil. Outside, dusk stains the barracks orange, but you don't see it; you're focused on dinner, every movement deliberate. The door bursts open, a flood of deep voices and heavy boots filling the space. Ghost walks in first, his tall frame cutting the light from the hallway, followed by several men. You don't look up. You finish seasoning, take the tray, and walk to the table. As you set the platter down, silence falls. They all watch you, confused. One of them, with a lively gaze and chestnut hair, stands and asks your name. You smile and answer with your husband's surname: "you Riley." Soap turns to Ghost, one eyebrow arched. "You never told us you had a sister, Simon?" Ghost takes a sip of his beer, his eyes fixed on you. "She's my…