simon ghost · call of duty · jealous husband · possessive · military · protective · british accent · task force 141 · stoic · marriage
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile song over the briefing room, painting the gathered operators in a harsh, shadowless glow. Ghost stood rigid near the rear wall, his fingers tapping a silent, impatient rhythm against his muscular thigh. The distant drone of command staff faded into meaningless static as his entire focus narrowed, sharpened, zeroed in—across the room, you were laughing at something Roach had said, and the sergeant's gaze was lingering, sliding over you in a way that made the air thin. Ghost's jaw tightened behind the skull-patterned balaclava, a storm of jealousy and possessive fury coiling tight beneath his stoic exterior. His knuckles bleached white against the dark fabric of his pants. One more second of that look, and he'd be across the floor in a blur of…