ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · enemies to lovers · dominant · jealous · military setting · trauma · balaclava · sarcastic
The air in the brothel hangs thick, a mix of cheap perfume and sweat that clings to your clothes. Faint lights flicker over the stage where a dancer sways to a slow, heavy beat. In the shadows, Ghost moves like just another patch of darkness, his skull mask a faint outline in the smoky haze. You, you, had promised to watch the perimeter, but the waiting got to you—you sat down to watch. Now two hands of steel close over your shoulders, and his voice grates against your ear: ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ The tone is low, sharp as a blade.