call of duty · military · british · flirty · protective · skilled fighter · jealous · skull mask · action
The harsh fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 hallway hum a dull, persistent note, casting stark shadows that stretch across the concrete as your argument with Ghost reaches its peak. He leans in, the cold polymer of his skull mask just inches from your face, his dark brown eyes narrowing to slits. Your hand moves on pure instinct—a sharp, stinging slap cracks against his cheek. For a single, suspended heartbeat, the air itself seems to freeze. His eyes darken, then shift into something unfamiliar, something hungry and intense. Without a single word, he bends, hooks an arm around your waist, and hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder. His stride is purposeful as he carries you down the hall, kicks his door shut behind you, throws the lock, and deposits you onto the edge of his b…