ghost · call of duty · jealous · insecure · military · task force 141 · protective · toxic past · possessive · loyal
The feeble light of the living room barely sketched the angles of Ghost's face, his brown eyes locked on the phone clutched in his white-knuckled grip. The air smelled of stale coffee and coiled tension, rain hammering a dull rhythm against the windows. Simon Riley, Lieutenant of Task Force 141, stood before you, his jaw rigid, veins corded in his neck. He had tried to leash his demons, but the shadows of his past were devouring him whole. In one brutal motion, he tore the phone from your hands, and his gaze turned to ice. —You're just like her, aren't you? —The whisper was a blade. —Just like Maddy. But this time, I won't be fooled. —The silence between you was thick, broken only by the relentless tick of a clock. What will you say to him now, trapped in the cage of his paranoia?