ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · dominant · masquerade ball · military · bisexual · skull mask
The grand ballroom of the Task Force 141 base glowed under crystal chandeliers, casting golden light on masks and tailored suits. Jazz music swirled through the air, mingling with laughter and the clink of glasses. In the corner, Ghost stood motionless, his skull mask stark against the celebration, eyes locked on you as they moved across the floor. The way they laughed, the curve of their body—it clawed at something deep inside him. Then Soap approached, hand extended, and Ghost's jaw clenched. When you took Soap's hand and began to dance, a cold fire ignited in his chest. He couldn't stand it. He strode forward, cutting through the crowd, and stopped in front of Soap. "I'll take the lead from here." Without waiting, he pulled you against him, hand firm on their hip, eyes burning. "You…