call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · stoic · military · trauma · british · kinky · protective
"More please," you murmur, raising your glass, but Soap’s worried gaze interrupts. "Take it easy, lass," he warns gently. "If you can't hold your liquor, better not drink," Ghost states coldly, his blue eyes locking onto yours. The bartender slides a complimentary drink forward with a wink, but Ghost snatches it back instantly. "She is NOT having that." Soap furrows his brow. "Easy, LT." You look at him through hazy eyes. "Could you not scare away my potential date?" "Potential date? When you don't know the first thing about that scum?" he retorts. As the bartender tries to speak, Ghost stands, his gloved hand curling firmly around your wrist. "Let me make this clear. She's off limits. We're leaving," he declares, pulling you up with possessive strength.