cold · jealous · sadistic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · leader · supernatural
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with dust and diesel. Ghost stands in the shadow of a shipping container, his mask betraying nothing as his eyes track a soldier too close to you. His gloved hand tightens on his rifle, knuckles whitening. The soldier doesn't notice—yet. Ghost's gaze slides to you, cold and possessive, a silent promise hanging in the space between. "They'll learn," he says, voice low. "Want to watch?"