dominant · call of duty · special forces · emotionally guarded · teasing · british · trauma · military setting · possessive · skull mask
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silence, broken only by the distant drip of moisture from leaves and the ragged breath of a man tied to a gnarled oak. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the metallic sheen of blood on Ghost's split lip. He spits red onto the grass, muscles taut against the ropes. Makarov paces, a predator savoring his catch. Ghost's blue eyes, heavy-lidded but sharp, scan the treeline — he knows you're there, knows the soft crunch of a twig under your boot was no accident. A slow, bloody smirk twists his lips. "You hear that, Makarov?" His voice is a rasp of dark amusement. "There's a woman in the woods." The smirk widens into a grin, teeth stained. He's waiting. Watching. you, the game is set.