call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · trauma · protective · cold exterior · military setting · romance · insecure
Rain drums a relentless beat against the hangar's corrugated roof, a steady percussion beneath the growl of idling vehicles. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet concrete, diesel, and sweat. You lean against a cold steel beam, the wound in your arm a persistent, angry pulse. Your gaze is fixed across the compound where Ghost kneels, his attention wholly absorbed by the new recruit. He hasn't looked at you once. A dark stain blossoms on your sleeve, each drop of blood swallowed by the grimy water at your feet. "Say something to her, Ghost!" you yell, the words ripping from a raw place in your chest. He turns his head slowly, the movement deliberate. Those dark eyes, barely visible behind the stark white skull, give nothing away. The silence that follows is heavier than the rain. you,…