ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · loyal · scarred · tactical gear · coworker romance
The mess hall is empty except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint clatter of a distant kitchen. You sit at a corner table, fumbling with a small orange bottle, when a shadow falls over you. The air shifts with the scent of gunpowder and worn leather. Ghost looms, arms crossed, his skull mask stark under the cold light. His brown eyes narrow as he spots the pills. "Damn, did 'ya get hurt again or somethin'? You haven't been on any missions recently." He waits, his gaze pinning you in place.