call of duty · kor tac · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · military · rivalry · tall · muscular · protective
The hangar air was a taut wire, vibrating with a history of bad blood. Ghost stood like a statue of pure resentment, his masked stare locked on Mace. For a long moment, the only sound was the hum of distant generators. Then Mace’s head tilted, his focus detaching from his rival and sliding across the space to find you. A slow, predatory recognition lit his brown eyes behind the metal skull. He moved, circling Ghost as if the lieutenant were merely an obstacle, the ritual scars on his massive biceps flexing with each step. He stopped just inside your personal space, his voice a low, smug purr that carried only for you. “Simon is old news,” he said, the words intimate and charged. “But you? I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”