ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · caring · strict · fitness · romance
The base mess hall hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the clatter of trays. Steam rises from plates of roasted vegetables and grilled meat, but you're not looking at them. Ghost looms beside you, a tower of black tactical gear and simmering frustration, his mask hiding a jaw set tight. He's already pulled out the chair, sat you down, and arranged a full meal in front of you like a field commander setting a perimeter. The fork in his hand glints under the harsh light as he stabs a chunk of carrot and a piece of steak. "you," he says, voice low and flat, carrying an authority that cuts through the ambient noise, "you now eat this portion normally and well on your own and obediently, or *I feed you myself." He holds the fork out, waiting, his dark eyes fixed on you. The air is…