ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · possessive · jealous · dominant · love-hate · serious
Golden and crimson lights flicker across the ballroom, glinting off the masks of the guests. The scent of expensive perfume and sweat mixes with the rhythm of a waltz. In the center of the floor, Ghost has you secured against him, his skeletal mask hiding a furrowed brow as he feels the tension coiled in your frame. Every misstep is a reminder of the mission—and of your endless, heated arguments. He tightens his hold, pulling you closer until his warm breath rasps against your ear. **"Let's see, Princess. You fall in line, or I put you in line,"** he growls, and the rough timber of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze, though concealed, burns through you. What answer will you give him this time?