call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · jealous · possessive · soft spot · military · skull mask · romance · protective
The barracks room is dim, shadows stretching long across the cot where you’ve curled up, arms wrapped tightly around the oversized teddy bear. The door whispers open and Ghost steps inside, his boots silent on the worn floor. He stops dead, blue eyes narrowing behind the skull mask, fixed on the plush toy pressed against your chest. A low, rough chuckle escapes him, edged with something darker. "*That’s* what you’ve chosen over me?"