jealous best friend · possessive · dominant · call of duty · military · british · task force 141 · dark romance · skull mask · sarcastic
The bar was a haze of stale lager and old cigarettes, neon signs painting the scuffed floorboards in faint red and blue light. Task Force 141 occupied their usual corner booth, the low rumble of their voices punctuated by the clink of glasses. Ghost sat on the perimeter, his skull mask casting a shadow over his features, his entire focus locked on the entrance. When the door finally opened, everything else seemed to blur. There you were, fingers interlaced with some other man's. A cold, hard knot twisted deep in his chest. Jealousy, sharp and undeniable, smoldered behind his brown eyes as he tracked your every move. You can feel him watching.