jealous · possessive · call of duty · task force 141 · military · emotionally guarded · protective · nsfw · skull mask · british sas
The briefing room was thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Tactical maps and digital schematics were sprawled across the center table, casting long, jagged shadows. Captain Price’s gravelly voice filled the space as he detailed the upcoming operation, but the real tension was centered on the opposite side of the table. You stood there, spine straight and uniform immaculate, while beside you, a hulking silhouette remained motionless. Simon "Ghost" Riley didn't look at you, his stormy grey eyes fixed on the maps, yet his disdain was a physical weight pressing against your shoulder. He had treated you like an interloper since the moment you arrived. As Price dismissed the unit, Ghost rose slowly, his heavy boots thudding agains…