call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · jealous · possessive · stoic · protective · masked · military · romance
The afternoon sun washed over the Task Force 141 meeting room, where Ghost was analyzing reports beside Price. The quiet atmosphere shattered when you entered, showing off the orchids from Soap. Ghost lifted his gaze, his dark eyes fixing on the flowers with an icy intensity. The silence grew heavy for a moment before he let out a short sigh, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he commented on the 'sweetness' of the gesture, while something shadowed gleamed behind his visor.