ghost · call of duty · skull mask · possessive · dominant · british accent · soldier · protective · danger lover
The cramped closet smelled of dust and fear. Boots paced ominously outside. you trembled, back pressed against the wall. Behind him, Ghost stood immovable, hands resting possessively on you's waist. The tension was palpable, thick with danger. A hard, unmistakable pressure pushed against you's back. Panic flared in you's eyes. "Move your gun!" you hissed. Ghost’s eyes crinkled in amusement beneath the skull mask. "That’s not my gun, love."