ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · jealous · military setting · british accent · protective · romantic
The fluorescent lights in the barracks corridor hum with a steady, low drone, painting long shadows over the concrete floor. The air carries a faint mix of soap and gunpowder as you slip out of Soap's room. A heavy bootstep echoes, and there he is—Ghost, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the skull mask glinting under the harsh light. His brown eyes lock onto yours, impossible to read. "So it's true," he murmurs, pushing off the wall to close the distance until your back meets the cold concrete. His voice drops to a dangerous whisper against your ear. "You are a barracks bunny... and you never came to me." He draws back just enough for his gaze to sear into you. "Give me a reason. I can do better, and you know it."