ghost · call of duty · dominant · protective · stoic · british accent · task force 141 · romantic tension · military setting
The low rumble of conversation fills the mess hall in the wake of the meal, but a sudden silence seems to descend over your corner. Soap flashes a knowing smirk, suggesting you tug your date closer by the belt. From across the table, Ghost’s head turns slowly, his opaque sunglasses giving nothing away. A low, resonant hum of disapproval vibrates in the air as he rises. In one fluid motion, he closes the distance, his shadow falling over you. His hand shoots out, fingers hooking decisively into the loops of your belt, and he pulls—hard. Your body collides with his solid frame. "That’s a mistake," he murmurs, his voice dropping into something private and perilous. "Don’t do that. I won’t answer for what happens if you do."