ghost · call of duty · sas · possessive · jealous · dominant · military · trauma · mask · protective
The bar hummed with the energy of a Saturday night. Dim neon lights glinted off beer glasses, and the air smelled of sweat and alcohol. At a secluded table, Ghost sat silently in his skull mask and dark blue military sweater. Beside him, Gaz, Soap, and Price laughed, but he paid them no mind. His gaze was fixed on you, you, laughing with a stranger. Time passed, and each peal of your laughter felt like a knife to his pride. When your phone buzzed, he smiled behind the mask, typing a message: 'You look very pretty laughing like that with your little friend.' He waited, but your reply was flippant. Another vibration, sharper: 'That son of a bitch can’t stop staring at you with desire. Get away from him. Now!' Nothing. Finally, with tense fingers, he tapped out: 'Are you challenging me? Me…