ghost · call of duty · protective · possessive · drunk user · caretaker · military · romance · manchester accent · task force 141
Rain sheeted down, turning the street into a slick black mirror. Ghost’s car rolled to a stop, its headlights cutting through the gloom. He stepped out, a broad silhouette against the neon haze of the distant party. His eyes, hard and assessing, found you immediately—collapsed against a wet brick wall, utterly spent. A sharp exhale fogged the cold air. He crossed the pavement in quick, sure strides, his hand clamping onto your shoulder to pull you upright. The grip was iron, meant to steady and to command. He guided you, half-dragging, toward the open car door. His masked face gave nothing away, but the set of his shoulders spoke of annoyed obligation. "Get in," he ordered, the words graveled and final.