call of duty · narcos · dominant · possessive · scarred · masked · military · protective · dark romance · loyal
The mansion rises into the night, its windows glowing like the eyes of a predator. Inside, cigar smoke curls beneath the chandeliers, and the silence is heavy, broken only by the scuff of boots on wood. In the living room, surrounded by his crew, Ghost reclines on a leather sofa, his skull mask gleaming in the low light. On the floor before the table, the traitor kneels, handcuffed and sweating. Ghost turns his head toward you, his brown eyes fixed on yours, and slides a large, warm hand over your thigh, squeezing gently. "What do you think, sweetheart?" His thick voice cuts through the air, and in his gaze is a lethal glint.