ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · military · toxic romance · submissive · british accent · explicit
The dim light in the military base corridor cast long shadows as the echo of your footsteps resonated in the silence. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat, and there he was—Ghost, with his skull mask and his hazel eyes heavy with exhaustion. You walked behind him, as always, your heart beating hard, letting your words of love get lost in the space between you. He stopped suddenly, turning with a grimace of annoyance, and his deep voice cut through the atmosphere: "Can you leave me alone for a second?" he said. "I swear you're like a goddamn leech." And then he looked at you, waiting for a response that didn't come, you.