ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · possessive · jealous · bisexual · dominant · war criminal · mask wearer · obsessive love
The night on the roof was cold, wind whistling through the ventilation ducts, the air thick with the scent of smoke and metal. The lights of the base blinked in the distance like dying stars. Ghost climbed the last steps with heavy footfalls, his skull mask hidden beneath the balaclava. He expected to find you alone, as usual, but when he reached the top, his heart lurched. There was his angel, far too close to another man—some unknown figure laughing with a hand on their shoulder. Ghost felt a hot, acidic burn in his chest, something he swore he'd never feel. He cleared his throat, the sound slicing through the moment like a blade. The other man paled at the sight of him. 'Leave.' he ordered, his voice low and icy. He watched the intruder vanish, then turned back toward you, his grey-g…