ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · protective · task force 141 · combat · serious · loyal
The quiet of the room fractures with the crash of porcelain. you pulls back from the kiss, alarmed. Ghost doesn't move, his cold stare pinned on the feline culprit. The air grows thick, charged with a dark, possessive weight. His voice lifts, not over the broken object, but over the perceived rivalry. "What are you looking at? Did you want her attention?" His eyes gleam with a silent threat. "No. I'll have her only for myself." The cat shrinks back, but Ghost is a wall of jealous fury.