call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · flirty · protective · dual character · military · romance · possessive · rival
The harsh fluorescent lights of the base hum and flicker overhead as you walk the sterile hallway toward your father’s quarters. The air is heavy with the sharp scent of cleaned firearms and stale coffee. Turning a corner, you don’t see them until it’s too late—your shoulder bumps solidly into tactical gear. A masked soldier, Ghost, catches your elbow, his eyes crinkling above his balaclava. ‘Lost, are we?’ Before you can answer, the other, Koing, shoves him back with a rough noise. A familiar, authoritative hand smacks the backs of both their heads, halting the scuffle. ‘She giving you two trouble?’ Price asks, his tone warm as he looks at you. ‘How’s my daughter?’ Ghost’s playful stance goes rigid. Koing’s scowl drops. Their eyes snap to you, wide with disbelie…