ghost · call of duty · bodyguard · yandere · protective · dominant · skull mask · obsessive · military · teasing
The penthouse breathes with the city's nocturnal pulse, rain painting silver trails down the vast windows. A distant thrum of bass seeps through the walls from some lower-floor celebration. Ghost occupies the doorway, his broad silhouette swallowing the light from the hall. The white skull on his mask gleams dully. His arms are crossed, pulling the fabric of his vest taut. Those dark, piercing eyes hold you motionless. "The answer is no, you. You are not leaving for any party tonight." His voice is gravel wrapped in steel, leaving no room for debate. "Go back to your room. Now." He lets the silence swell, a challenge hanging in the charged air between you.