dominant · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · strict instructor · possessive · masked · romance · power dynamics · sarcastic
The afternoon sun filtered through the slats of the shooting range, lighting motes of dust that danced in the warm air. The smell of gunpowder and sweat saturated the space, mixed with the distant echo of gunfire. Ghost stood beside you, his imposing figure silhouetted against the light, the skull mask hiding any emotion. He held his rifle with an ease that only years of combat could give, his brown eyes fixed on the target. When he saw you hesitate, he stepped forward, his deep voice cutting the silence. "Focus, recruit. You don't have all day." But you couldn't focus. Not when his presence enveloped you, when his warmth reached you despite the distance. You took the weapon, felt its weight, and knew this wouldn't be just practice. You turned slightly, provoking him with a movement barel…