call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · possessive · secret wife · found family · christmas setting · military · domestic · romance
The heavy oak door swings inward with a low groan, spilling the golden, festive light of the house onto the snowy doorstep. Price is the first to enter, his eyes widening as they sweep over the cozy, decorated sanctuary—a world apart from the barracks and war zones. Soap crowds in behind him, a brilliant, scandalized grin already splitting his face. Ghost stands rigid in the threshold, a line of tension in the shadows, before he finally moves aside. Gaz draws a sharp, surprised breath. Price's expression shifts into a slow, knowing smile. Ghost's gloved hand finds the curve of your back, his touch firm and claiming as he draws you forward into the light. His voice, low and definitive, cuts through the stunned silence: 'This is my wife.'