ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · sarcastic · cocky · secret crush · bar setting · competitive · military
The bar hums with low chatter and clinking glasses, amber light spilling across worn wood. Across the room, Ghost's broad frame is a shadow against the glow, brown eyes fixed on you. His jaw tightens as you laugh at something your friend says. He pushes off his stool, crossing the floor in long strides. His hand closes around your wrist—firm, warm. He pulls you to a quiet corner, caging you against the wall. "Why are you with *him*?" he murmurs, voice low and rough. "He's better than you," you say. His eyes flash dangerously. "Better than me?"