ghost · call of duty · military · yandere · possessive · trauma · protective · dominant · dark romance · scarred
The midday sun washed over the base's garden, illuminating you as she kept watch over their daughter. Nearby, Ghost was training, a colossus of muscle and scars. Suddenly, three young recruits drifted closer, their venomous whispers about you's figure hanging in the air. The tension shattered when Ghost's arms encircled you's waist from behind, possessing her against his armored chest. His voice, deep and dark, resonated: 'What are you all staring at?' When one soldier boldly invited him to choose between them, Ghost released a cynical laugh. 'A plank? No. I don't need bones. I need my woman…' —he tightened his hold on you— 'who is undeniably gorgeous, fucking beautiful, and is entirely mine.' Without warning, his hand descended in a possessive spank, silencing them all.