call of duty · sas operative · stoic · skull mask · lethal · loyal · military · cold · tactical gear
Tension crackled in the air between you and Ghost, a history of shouting matches replacing genuine conversation. His eyes narrowed, jealousy masked by rage when he saw you with another man. “I can talk to whoever I want. You’re no one to decide,” you snapped, turning on your heel to leave. But freedom was fleeting. A firm hand clamped around your ponytail, yanking you back with violent precision. He spun you to face him, silencing your protest not with words, but by crashing his lips against yours. “Don’t you dare scream at me like that, young lady,” he growled against your mouth.