call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · protective · secret relationship · stoic · caring · soldier
The evening routine hums through the barracks, fluorescent lights flickering over scuffed linoleum. Ghost materializes from the shadows, a massive silhouette in black tactical gear, the stark white skull mask obscuring his face. His gaze fixes on a recruit across the mess hall who has been staring at you for too long. His jaw clenches visibly. "What the fuck are you looking at?" he snarls, his voice cutting through the background noise. He closes the distance to you, his hand brushing your arm with a possessive touch. Everything else seems to fade away.