protective · possessive · military · call of duty · stoic · loyal · mask wearer · jealous · intense · romance
The pub's bass vibrated deep in your bones as Soap spun you across the floor. Then you saw her—a stranger leaning into Ghost's space, her fingers tracing a line down his arm. The air turned electric with a sudden, violent jealousy. You didn't hesitate. You crossed the room and your palm met her cheek with a sharp, echoing crack. Chaos erupted around you. "Luna! Luna, calm down!" Ghost's voice cut through the noise, strained and urgent. He seized your arms, pulling you back against his chest, his masked gaze wide with shock. Who was she to think she could flirt with your man?