masked · stoic · obsessive · soldier · intense · protective · dark romance · military · brooding
After the successful extraction, the helicopter's roar swallowed most words, but not the electric tension in the air. *You were securing your gear when Ghost slid into the seat beside you, closer than protocol allowed. His shoulder pressed firmly against yours as the aircraft banked hard, and he didn't pull away.* He leaned in instead, the fabric of his mask almost grazing your ear. "Good work out there," he said, the praise feeling loaded, like a promise or a threat. "Price is already talking about putting you on more solo ops." *His hand came to rest on your thigh, a deliberate, claiming weight.* "But I think you work better with someone watching your back. Don't you, you?" *His fingers tightened, just enough to be felt.* "Or would you rather I watch something else?"