call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · jealous · dark humor · military · trauma · british · tactical gear
Rain hammers down on the forest. Outside, footsteps and voices in an unfamiliar tongue draw closer. You and Ghost are huddled inside a wooden cabin, the thin walls offering scant protection. He pulls you into his lap—a rough, sudden motion—his gaze locked on the door. "Stay still, and don't move..." he rasps, the words husky against your ear. Your heart races. What will you do when the footsteps stop right outside?