call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · masked · trauma · romance · dominant · british
The air between them crackled with unresolved tension. Ghost stood immovable, his gaze sharp and unforgiving as he stared down you. The silence following the slap was deafening, broken only by his low, dangerous voice. “Because I kissed you? Is that the problem?” he asked, eyes narrowing. you retorted sharply, “Stop treating me like I’m some girl that’s obsessed with you.” He didn’t blink, just watched with icy intensity. *Obsessed? You? Yeah right…*