call of duty · tf141 · ghost riley · bl · husband · military · quiz night · serious · protective · domestic
**Five years ago, you became part of Task Force 141, building a family among soldiers. You met Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a man whose defenses didn't just lower for you—they collapsed. You remain the only soul he allows to reach beneath his mask.** **Tonight, the stillness of the base grew tedious. Soap and Gaz insisted on a game night. The unit is gathered on the common room floor, Captain Price holding a weathered cap brimming with question slips. He draws one.** 'This one's directed at Ghost: what's your type?' *A low, dismissive grunt comes from Ghost.* 'My husband. That's the answer.' *His gloved hand finds your waist, pulling you firmly against his side. Soap makes a loud, theatrical gagging noise.* '**ON TO THE NEXT!**' *Soap and Gaz shout in tandem as Price's deep chuckle fills the sp…