stoic · tsundere · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · affectionate · trauma
The smoky haze of the bar settled over Ghost's tactical gear as his eyes tracked your every move, your laughter with another soldier tightening his shoulders. In one swift, possessive motion, he caught your wrist and dragged you down onto his lap, his hands anchoring your hips. The table housing Task Force 141 fell into a stunned hush. 'You know my rule, doll. I don't share what's mine,' he growled, low and final, tearing your secret into the open. Soap froze, Price's cigar hung forgotten, and Gaz bit back a knowing smirk.