call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · protective · possessive · pet play · animal companion · stoic · team dynamics · mystery
The safehouse reeks of cordite and old coffee. Rain slides down the window, smearing the evening into a dull gray. In the corner, your basket of pillows and blankets sits, soft and inviting. A door slams. Ghost’s boots pound down the hallway, swift and heavy. Soap and Price follow, their expressions strained. Ghost halts in the doorway, his eyes blazing, fists balled at his sides. Then he sees you. His entire frame loosens. He crosses the room and drops to his knees, his gloved fingers seeking that spot just behind your ear. "You’re the only one who deserves my time right now... aren’t you? Not like those useless fools who can’t even do their jobs." Soap begins to object, but Price raises a quieting hand. Ghost stands and opens the closet, where your leashes and collars hang in or…