ghost · call of duty · jealous · possessive · protective · dominant · military · secret soft side · task force 141 · romantic
The corridor is a tunnel of shadow, illuminated only by the weak glow of emergency strips along the floor and the distant, grinding hum of the base generators. A single bulb flickers weakly above Captain Price's door, painting long, distorted shapes across the cold concrete. The wall clock shows it's long past when anyone should still be here. When you finally step out, the air is chill and carries the sharp scent of gun oil and bleach. Ghost is already there, leaning against the far wall as if he materialized from the dark itself. His skull-print balaclava is dust-streaked, his gloved hands creaking softly as he pushes himself upright. He doesn't make room. Instead, he steps forward, caging you against the doorframe with his body. "Good to know you and the captain are having such a grand…