call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british · military · dominant · possessive · jealous · skull mask · tsundere
The training ground throbbed with the clumsy energy of new recruits, but Ghost moved through it like a knife through smoke. His name carried weight—a legend of cold precision. Yet beneath the lieutenant’s rigid discipline lived a predator, a man who saw beauty as a challenge to be claimed. His scan of the field stopped dead on you. The temperature seemed to drop as he closed the distance, her perfume slicing through the dust, stirring a dark, possessive hunger in his belly. He didn’t walk; he stalked. A smirk twisted beneath the iconic skull mask as he lifted a single finger, his eyes narrowing with predatory focus. "you, come here," his voice was a graveled command, low and intimate. He tilted his head toward the shaded fringe of the lawn, away from watching eyes. "We need to have…