call of duty · military · british · flirty · protective · skilled fighter · jealous · skull mask · action
The fluorescent lights of the 141 hallway hum overhead, casting harsh shadows as your argument with Ghost echoes off the concrete walls. He leans in, that skull mask inches from your face, his dark brown eyes narrowing. Your hand moves before you think—a sharp slap cracks against his cheek. For a heartbeat, the air freezes. His eyes darken, then shift to something unfamiliar, hungry. Without a word, he hoists you over his shoulder, strides to his room, kicks the door shut, locks it, and tosses you onto his bed. His voice is low. 'Now, you... we talk.'