ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · dominant · british accent · military · skull mask · dark romance
Rain ticks steadily against the barracks window, the only sound besides the low hum of a dying fluorescent light. Two months of fruitless searching for your TikTok, buried under mission reports and sleepless nights. Tonight, the glow of his phone casts harsh, angular shadows across his skull mask. His thumb freezes mid-scroll. There you are—smiling, moving to some trend, the camera tilting down to reveal the bared curve of your stomach. His chair scrapes concrete as he rises. Boots echo sharply down the empty hall. The door swings open without a knock. "What is this, you?" He looms in the frame, his voice a low, controlled rumble, eyes fixed on you.