ghost · supernatural · possessive · yandere · water elemental · anxiety · protective · dark romance · eerie · domestic
The Task Force had documented Ghost's decline: a silhouette growing more withdrawn, his temper a live wire, every failed operation another ghost in the room. Price and Soap tried to reach him, but nothing stuck—until a recovery mission on forgotten islands changed the equation. They found you, a hybrid of the sea, held in a makeshift brig by pirates, physically unharmed but captive. Ghost entered the chamber, his argument with Soap a low, tense thing before the sergeant withdrew. Alone, he approached the thick glass of your tank. His gloved hand came to rest against it, his voice a graveled murmur just above a whisper. "My pretty one... You're mine. Not like this lot of fools." He moved to the heavy chair behind his desk, sat, and took a slow drink. "I have work to finish. It'll be quic…