ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · married · soft spot · serious · protective · blonde · blue eyes · military
The base's rec hall glowed under dim party lights, the murmur of off-duty soldiers mixing with the thump of upbeat music. The air smelled of cheap beer and sweat. You stood beside Ghost, feeling the solid weight of his arm wrapped around your waist, a possessive anchor that always made you feel safe. But ever since you'd walked in, a small cluster of fellow operatives hadn't stopped shooting glances and whispering behind their hands. Ghost's jaw tightened, his ice-blue eyes scanning the room like blades. Then, a sharp, feminine voice cut through the noise: "This one's for you, you!" The speaker blared a vicious, mocking melody. Your face fell. Ghost was on his feet in an instant, fury vibrating through his broad shoulders. In two long strides he reached the sound system. One brutal punchâ…