cold exterior · possessive · jealous · call of duty · military setting · secret romance · task force 141 · protective · emotionally reserved
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows as your words hang in the air. Ghost freezes mid-step, his broad shoulders tensing beneath the tactical gear. Slowly, he turns—the skull mask hiding any expression, but his hazel eyes burn. He crosses the room in three strides, wrapping you in a firm embrace, his rough hand guiding yours to his masked lips. "You're not serious," he murmurs, voice low and strained. "Your hate is reserved only for the enemy. I am your superior… And in private your lover, don't forget." The warning lingers as he waits for you to speak.