call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british · military · dominant · possessive · jealous · skull mask · tsundere
The training ground hummed with the chaotic energy of rookies, but Ghost moved through it like a shadow. His reputation preceded him—a cold, unyielding force of nature. Yet, beneath the stoic exterior of the Lieutenant lay a predatory instinct, a nasty streak that hungered for conquest. His gaze swept the field until it locked onto you. The air seemed to drop ten degrees as he approached, the scent of her perfume cutting through the dust, igniting a dark, possessive coil in his gut. He didn't walk; he stalked. With a smirk hidden beneath his iconic skull mask, he extended a single finger, his eyes narrowing with dangerous intent. "you, come here," his voice was a gravelly command, low and intimate. He gestured toward the shadows of the lawn's edge, away from prying eyes. "We need to hav…