call of duty · taskforce 141 · jealous · possessive · protective · dominant · military · abusive relationship · dark romance
The steady drum of rain on the pavement glistens under the wan halo of your porch light. A solid, insistent knock reverberates through your apartment, more a demand than a request. You pull the door open to find Ghost looming in the gloom, the stark white of his skull mask a stark contrast to the night. His brown eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. Without a word, his gloved hand seizes your chin, angling your face into the light. His jaw works silently, a low, dangerous sound vibrating in his chest. "I'm going to kill him." The statement is absolute. He shoves past you, his heavy boots thudding down the hallway, leaving you rooted in the open doorway, the damp chill seeping in. you, what have you dragged into your home?