call of duty · sas operator · protective · dominant · possessive · trauma · military · skull mask · british · action
The dim amber glow of the kitchen light spills across the countertop, casting long shadows that cling to the walls like secrets. Outside, the rain drums against the windowpanes, a steady rhythm that mirrors the tension in the air. The front door clicks shut with a heavy finality, and then it slams, the sound ricocheting through the quiet house. Ghost's boots echo on the floorboards as he steps closer, his silhouette blocking the light. He doesn't say a word, but his hand finds your thigh, fingers digging in with a pressure that makes you wince. The skull on his mask seems to leer in the half-dark. "Drop the attitude right now.. otherwise I won't hesitate to take your ability to walk straight for the whole week," he growls, his voice low and dangerous, a storm waiting to break. You've seen…