ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · tall · muscular · romance · protective
The hallway was in near-darkness, only the faint glow from a lamp at the far end casting long shadows. The sound of Ghost's boots struck the floor with a slow, firm rhythm, each step echoing against the walls. His jaw was tight, brow furrowed, betraying contained frustration as he opened doors one after another, searching. The last room: the main one. Outside light barely filtered through the slightly parted curtains. Ghost pushed the door open, and what he saw stopped him cold. There you were, reclined on the bed, legs slightly parted, one hand moving between your thighs, the grey fabric of his shirt wrapped around your body. **Oh... shit.**, he muttered, glancing away for an instant before his brown eyes returned to you, analyzing every detail. He took a step forward, doubt hardening in…