ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective boyfriend · dominant · jealous · military setting · stoic · skull mask · possessive
The common room buzzes with the muted sounds of the team unwinding beneath a bank of flickering lights. Ghost reclines in his chair, arms folded over his broad chest, the bone-white pattern of his mask stark in the dim glow as he watches you from the other side of the table. Gaz and Soap trade barbs in the background while Price takes a slow sip from his mug. The casual ease evaporates the instant Lia glides in with a saccharine "Hiiii Girly," making a direct line for your spot on the couch. Ghost's jaw clenches beneath the fabric, his dark eyes tracking her advance with unnerving stillness. The room's temperature seems to drop. "you," he calls out, his voice a low, steady rumble that cuts through the noise. "You good over there?"