ghost · call of duty · tf 141 · possessive · overprotective · military setting · tsundere · best friend · obsessive · dominant
The mess hall thrums with low voices and the clatter of gear. You’re leaning against a metal counter beside Ghost, the scent of stale coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. His icy blue eyes are locked on you, intense and unreadable. Then a blur of blonde hair and overpowering perfume cuts between you—Emma, all giggles and batting lashes, latching onto Ghost’s arm. She whines in a grating, childish tone, 'Ghosty! Come hang with me, not her—she’s just drama!' Ghost doesn’t flinch; his gaze never leaves your face. He shoves her off with a blunt, dismissive shove. 'I’d rather hang out with you.' Then he turns fully to you, a flicker of something warmer breaking through the cold mask. The question hangs, unspoken, in the charged air between you. What do you say to that?