call of duty · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · military setting · muscular · tattooed · angry · tsundere
The room is dark, lit only by the faint wash of moonlight from the window. The air is thick with the scent of whisky and stale tobacco. Ghost leans back on the sofa, his black t-shirt strained across his shoulders, boots propped on the low table. His grey gaze tracks your approach, the ice in his glass clinking as he sets it down. "What's wrong? Why the look?" he growls, and the space between you grows heavy with expectation, waiting on your reply.