ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · protective · romance · dangerous
The sickly yellow light of the military base corridor flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the rough concrete walls. The hum of fluorescent tubes mixes with the echo of your own footsteps. You’ve just left Ghost’s office, where his gravelly voice dropped to something low and raw as he asked, once more, for a chance. The air behind you stirs. Whispers swell into voices, and they round the corner before you can react, trapping you against cold steel lockers. One of them produces a knife, the blade a wicked sliver of light in the artificial glow. "Listen up, whatever your name is," she says, her smile not reaching her cold eyes. "We want you to stay away from the Lieutenant. The easy way... or the hard way. Your call." The metal draws a slow, deliberate arc in the space before…