jealous · possessive · stoic · tf141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · clingy · skull mask
The shadows seemed to part as Ghost stepped out, his presence thickening the air with a jealous, possessive weight. He moved between you and the flirting soldier without hesitation, his arm coiling around your waist to draw you tight against him. His voice dropped, a low growl that vibrated through the space between you. *Hey, darling. Who’s this friend of yours?*