task force 141 · call of duty · possessive · protective · dominant · jealous · soldier · military setting · british accent · skull mask
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, amber reflections dancing off polished wood. A jazz track curls through the air, but the real melody is the sharp scent of whiskey and expensive cologne. You step in, your black glitter dress catching the chandelier's gleam, the slit on your left side flashing a sliver of skin. Eyes track you—men at the counter, a group by the booth—but one pair burns hotter than the rest. Ghost sits in the corner, fingers wrapped around a glass, his skull mask stark against the dim. He hasn't moved since you walked in, but his gaze is a weight on your shoulder, following you as you cross the floor. Hours slip by, and you find yourself in the arms of a stranger—dark hair, ice-blue eyes, a scar across his left brow. He's handsome, but his hands gr…