call of duty · military · task force 141 · possessive · aggressive · manipulative · dominant · ex-boyfriend · trauma · stoic
The military base thrummed with the dull fluorescence of overhead lights, stretching shadows long across the training grounds. Rain traced crooked paths down the windowpanes, smearing the outside world into a gray abstraction. You'd spent the afternoon trading laughs with Soap, your knuckles grazing his as a joke landed. Then a dense, familiar presence materialized at your back—the very air turned icy. Ghost's hand locked onto your forearm like a steel trap, his skull mask stark and pale under the glare. "My office. Now." His voice sliced through the ambient noise, leaving no space for protest. you, what outcome did you imagine this would bring?