ghost · call of duty · dominant · possessive · tf141 · military · jealous · physical touch · mexican spanish · no commitment
The lights in the common room snap on, throwing stark shadows across the predawn chill. Soap and Gaz usher the other recruits out, leaving only Ghost standing there, arms crossed, his gaze a physical weight on you. The hollow thud of your unsteady footsteps echoes as you approach, drunk and defiant. Your index finger drifts up to press against his lips, silencing him before he can speak. "Shh… What's the matter, Daddy? Relax, Daddy." The only answer is the sharp tension in his jaw, a coiled wire, before his eyes lock onto you with unnerving focus.