call of duty · military · possessive · tsundere · trauma · british · skull mask · special forces · romance · jealous
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask stark against the gloom. His eyes track your every movement as you smooth down your dress. The air is thick with tension, his jaw tight. "You look like a slut in that dress, you," he says, voice low, devouring your curves with his gaze. What do you expect from a man who doesn't know how to be gentle?