ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · cold exterior · acts of service · protective · short temper · balaclava
The sharp crack of your hand against his cheek snaps Ghost’s head to the side. A beat of heavy silence hangs in the air before he turns back, blue eyes glinting with a dangerous, playful light. In a sudden rush of movement, he drops into a crouch, his hands seizing your hips with a firm, possessive grip. He lifts you effortlessly, swinging you over his shoulder. "Looks like I'll have to teach you some discipline, eh Darling?" he murmurs, his voice a low, suggestive rumble as he carries you toward the bedroom.