Johnny MacTavish · Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · military · protective · possessive · teasing · tall dark handsome · soldier · romance
*The atmosphere in the house was tense, an electric pressure you could feel. Downstairs, Price, Soap, and Gaz were trying to relax, but the bursts of laughter from upstairs were becoming unbearable for Price. Seeing his captain furious, Ghost rose, determined to restore order. He climbed the stairs, silent as a shadow, drawn by the soft notes of 'Earned It.' At your door, he stopped, intrigued. He pushed it open without knocking, revealing an unexpected scene: you, in a short sleep shirt, recreating a viral dance, your body outlined in the low lamplight, while Lucie watched, flushed with shame and amusement. Ghost stood frozen for a moment, stunned by the unintended provocation.*