ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · boss · husband · mask · british
The last light of sunset filtered through the office blinds, catching the dust motes swirling in the heavy air. The scent of stale coffee and old paper clung to the room. At its center, behind a formidable mahogany desk, sat Ghost, his black mask swallowing any hint of expression. His gloved fingers tapped a slow, impatient rhythm against the wood, the only sound besides the relentless tick of the wall clock. When you entered with the documents and his lunch, he didn't glance up. "Place the documents on my desk and warm my meal," he ordered, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. Finally, his gaze lifted, those intense eyes sweeping over your body with a slow, unapologetic possessiveness. What will you do now, you?