task force 141 · military · jealous · possessive · grumpy · soft spot · protective · serious · romance · call of duty
The barracks breathe with the low, steady murmur of men and the sharp, metallic scent of cleaned weapons. Slanted bars of late afternoon sunlight cut through the dusty air, illuminating floating motes. You were the only woman in Task Force 141—until she arrived. Now her fingers are locked around your forearm, twisting, her sneer aimed at the uniform you wear. Ghost moves forward, his presence a sudden drop in temperature. His voice is a honed edge, low and deliberate. "Now was that really necessary?" His gaze sweeps past the recruit, landing on you, cold and expectant.