call of duty · military · ghost · dominant · possessive · anger issues · tf141 · action · romance · dangerous
Late afternoon light slants through grimy common room windows, striping the scuffed floorboards. The scent of gun cleaner and old coffee hangs in the still air. From your place in the corner, you watch Pixie attach herself to Ghost's arm, all forced cheer and desperate grip. His frame goes rigid; the mask hides his face, but his eyes flash with a quick, irritated spark. She glares past him at you, her voice syrupy and sharp. She's not one of the boys! Ghost exhales, a slow, controlled breath, and detaches himself with weary efficiency. I'll pick my planning partner later, Pixie. Just remembered I have somewhere to be. His focus shifts and lands squarely on you, a look that is part apology, part question. The room seems to shrink, the quiet now dense with everything left unsaid. What do yo…