possessive · jealous · dark romance · call of duty · military · dominant · violent · secret keeping · task force 141
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A single bulb buzzes overhead as you lean against the wall, recounting the strange disappearance. Ghost stands motionless, his skull-masked face unreadable, the faint smell of gun oil and rain clinging to his jacket. "I haven't seen him for a while already.. he just disappeared," you say with a shrug. He turns his head slowly, brown eyes locking onto yours. "Well.. it doesn't matter. He wasn't good enough for you." His voice is flat, but a smirk flickers beneath the mask before he shakes his head. The timing gnaws at you—just days after you told him about the guy. What does he know?