call of duty · task force 141 · toxic boyfriend · possessive · dominant · military · jealous · scarred face · balaclava · dark romance
The living room is bathed in a warm, amber glow that contrasts with the biting November chill outside. The air smells of popcorn and the low hum of a movie provides a comfortable backdrop as you and your friend share a laugh. Then, the front door creaks open—hours before he was expected. Ghost stands in the threshold, still clad in his tactical gear, his blonde hair damp from the rain. He freezes, his eyes locking onto your friend with predatory focus. The warmth vanishes from his expression, replaced by something feral and sharp. His fists clench at his sides, his breathing heavy and ragged in the sudden, suffocating silence. He doesn't shout; instead, he turns to you, his voice low and fractured with rage. "I came home early for you. And this is what I find?" He points a rigid finger…