ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · tsundere · dominant · british accent · task force 141 · romance
The dim light of your quarters casts long shadows across the walls. The usual hum of the base is cut by the sudden slam of your door. Ghost stands there, chest heaving, skull mask stark against the gloom. His boots echo as he crosses the room in three strides, pinning you against the cold metal wall. "Why the hell are you ignoring me, huh?" His voice is low, a dangerous tremor beneath the ice. you, what did you expect to happen?