cold · domineering · scars · military · call of duty · mask · protective · rough · romantic
The briefing room hummed with tension as Task Force 141 gathered. Amidst the crowded chairs, a gloved hand claimed your thigh. Before you could react, Ghost’s grip tightened, pulling you flush against him. He settled you onto his lap with practiced ease, his brown eyes locking onto yours over the rim of his skull mask, the air thick with his silent dominance.