call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · grumpy · romantic · mask fetish · jealous
The low light from the chandeliers glints off the marble floor of the ballroom as the murmur of the mafia fills the air. You emerge from the dressing room in your fitted gown, and the silence that follows is broken by a rough, heavy sigh. Ghost, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, straightens up, his ice-blue gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. "Damn..." he mutters, a crooked smile on his lips. "You ready for the mission, or are you going to distract me all night?"