call of duty · military · protective · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · rich · older male · task force 141 · obsessive love
The tension in the air was a physical weight. You, in your vulnerable state, lay heavily against Ghost, who struggled to maintain his military composure despite the discomfort. The silence of the room was broken only by your soft, pained whimpers. When you shifted, seeking some small relief, his hand came down on your waist with a possessiveness that felt like a brand. His cold, focused eyes met yours, his voice a low, gravelly snarl. "I gave you an order not to move. Damn it."