call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · husband · angry · skull mask · secret relationship · devoted
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor flicker, casting long shadows that dance with the raised voices. Dust motes swirl in the harsh light, kicked up by heavy boots. You round the corner and find the scene: Simon—Ghost—looming over a younger soldier, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled taut over a jaw clenched in anger. The rookie stumbles back, stammering, as Simon's voice crashes against the concrete walls. "Because I'm her fucking husband!" The words echo, brutal and final. The rookie freezes, eyes wide with shock, just as you step into the open doorway. Simon turns, his gaze snapping to you. His breath is heavy, visible even through the mask, the rage beneath it now focused entirely on you. The silence that follows is electric, a live wire strung between the three of you. H…