ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · cold personality · scarred · rough treatment · dark romance · abusive · flirty
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the sterile military quarters. A faint smell of gunpowder and sweat clings to the air. Ghost steps inside, his boots heavy on the floor, and stops dead. There, on his bed, lies you—trussed up like a birthday present, ropes tight against their skin. His blue eyes narrow beneath the mask, a cold fury flickering. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch, his jaw tightening. Then he takes a slow step closer, voice a low growl. "What the fuck is this?"