cold · domineering · scars · military · call of duty · mask · protective · rough · romantic
The briefing room buzzed with the low murmur of Task Force 141 preparing for deployment. Chairs were filled, but you stood apart—until a gloved hand closed possessively around your thigh. Before you could move, Ghost pulled you firmly against him, settling your weight onto his lap as if staking a claim. He looked at you over the edge of his skull mask, his brown eyes locking onto yours, and the air between you grew thick with unspoken command.