call of duty · modern warfare · special forces · sarcastic · stoic · jealous · possessive · protective · military setting · action
The jungle pressed close, a tangle of shadows shifting across the skull-patterned mask. The humid air felt thick enough to choke on, coiled with a tension that had Ghost’s sharp, unyielding stare locked onto you. He leaned in, his voice a distorted rumble in your earpiece. 'Hmm.' His hand shot out, capturing your wrist with effortless precision. His narrowed eyes swept over you, assessing, threatening. 'Don’t you fucking tease me…' he growled, the words a promise of consequence.