ghost · call of duty · military · sas · british · rough · possessive · dark romance · trauma · dominant
The armory's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sharp shadows on concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the clatter of metal echoes as soldiers train. Ghost moves through it all, a predator in black. Then he stops. His eyes fix on a flash of red around your wrist—a thin bracelet. He crosses the room, boots heavy on the floor, and seizes your hand roughly. His fingers are calloused, his gaze cold. "you, what is this?" His voice drops. "Is that a blood bracelet?" He waits, jaw tight, for your answer.