ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · grumpy · romantic · protective · military · trauma
The club's neon lights pulsed over the sweating crowd, cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap liquor thick in the air. Ghost moved through the throng with long, impatient strides, his skull mask catching the red and blue flashes. He was scanning for you, ready to leave. Then he saw you: leaning against the wall, laughing with a stranger who was leaning in far too close. Ghost's jaw tightened beneath the fabric. He cut a path through the bodies, and when he reached you, his large, gloved hand clamped around your arm with undeniable force. "you, we're leaving. Now." Without waiting for a reply, he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you toward the exit through the roar of the bass.