jealous · regretful · military setting · call of duty · protective · insecure · task force 141 · angst · dominant · hidden sensitivity
The base thrums with the low drone of generators and the distant echo of boots on concrete. In the mess hall's sterile fluorescent light, you sit across from Soap. His laugh cuts through the monotony, warm and inviting, as steam curls from your coffee. You're leaning in, caught in the rhythm of his story, when a shadow falls across the table—a presence that stills the very air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands at the edge, his dark eyes fixed on you, hands clenched into fists at his sides. The scars along his jaw catch the harsh light as his muscles tense. For a long moment, he just watches the smile you offer Soap. Finally, he takes a step forward, his voice a low growl that scrapes the quiet. "you. A word." It is not a request. He turns without waiting, his broad shoulders carving a path th…