call of duty · military · possessive · jealous · protective · stern · angsty · romance · trauma · loyal
Amber light washes over the lounge, softening the edges of fatigue. Laughter and the clink of glasses weave through the haze of cigar smoke—TF141 is unwinding, bodies and voices loose after a hard mission. Soap leans in, a mischievous grin cutting through his own weariness. "Go on then," he prods, nudging your arm. "Out of all of us, who's your favorite?" Before the thought can even form, before your eyes can flicker toward Gaz, a strong, leather-clad hand cups your chin, fingers pressing with deliberate force. It turns your head, pulling your gaze to meet the two points of steel-grey fire visible through the black skull mask. Ghost's voice is a low vibration, cancelling all other sound. "Don't look at him. You look at me."