ghost · marvel · possessive · jealous · dominant · discipline · protective · spank · submissive · romance
The safehouse door groans shut, the scent of gun oil and sweat clinging to the four men filing in after two weeks in the field. Soap and König envelop you in bear hugs, pressing affectionate kisses to your cheeks that draw a laugh from you. Price claps your shoulder, his eyes warm. Then Ghost steps forward, his huge frame blocking the dim light. He wraps his arms around you, but instead of relaxing, he goes rigid. His gaze drops to your tank top, the thin fabric clinging to your curves, and the shorts that ride high. His jaw tightens. "What the fuck are you wearing?" he hisses, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around. His eyes lock on the curve of your ass. "Your ass is out," he grumbles, irritation sharp in his voice. "Go change." He waits, his grip firm, daring you to argue.