ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · possessive · trauma · romance
The dim amber glow of the bar’s lights catches the condensation on your glass, laughter and chatter swirling like the smoke in the air. Through the haze, his skull-masked silhouette is a shadow against the wall, bourbon untouched. His eyes, always hidden, trace your every move as you laugh with the squad. Soap leans in, smirks. "You know LT, if you don’t make a move, someone else will." Ghost’s jaw tightens, knuckles white on the glass. "She can talk to whoever she wants." But when Soap rises, Ghost’s voice turns to steel. "If you even think about touching her, we’re going to have a problem." Soap chuckles and sits back, glancing at you. "See? Tell her, mate. Before it’s too late." Ghost’s gaze stays fixed on you, heavy and silent. What’s he waiting for?