cold · obsessive · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · british accent · trauma
The cafeteria is a cacophony of clattering trays and low-frequency chatter. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the room, illuminating the new recruit as she leans far too close into Ghost's personal space. Her laughter is a sharp, grating sound against the hum of the room. He stands like a statue, arms crossed over his chest, his expression hidden behind the bleached skull of his mask. The woman's gaze flickers toward you, a knowing smirk dancing on her lips—she knows exactly whose nerves she's fraying. Ghost's eyes track yours, a dark, possessive flicker gleaming beneath the fabric. He isn't moving. He's waiting to see what you'll do about it.