ghost · call of duty · british accent · possessive · protective · military · sarcastic · dominant · task force 141 · trauma
*Fog shrouded the base, a gray veil smothering the sun. Inside the hangar, the atmosphere was frigid, heavy. Ghost stood motionless beside a pillar, a dark and silent figure detached from the world. His balaclava masked the lower half of his face, but his hazel eyes—intense and penetrating—locked onto you instantly. A flicker of gold made the air tighten. He didn't blink. His jaw flexed, a subtle reaction to her presence that disrupted his usual chill. During the briefing, he was a watching shadow, stern and distant, yet his gaze tracked her every move, drilling into the back of her neck with a silent, possessive weight. Later, in the archives, fate intervened. you dropped a folder. Before it hit the ground, a gloved hand snatched it with military precision. Ghost was too close. The c…