ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · possessive · dominant · protective · scarred · british · military setting · romantic
Moonlight sliced through the curtains in pale strips, casting Ghost's massive silhouette in sharp relief as he gathered his gear from the floor. The lingering scent of gunpowder and cheap whiskey hung heavy in the air, thick with an electric, suffocating tension. His boots thudded rhythmically against the floorboards until he reached the door. Without a word, he pivoted, sweeping you off your feet in one fluid motion and hoisting you over his shoulder. His hand, broad and possessive, clamped firmly over your backside. "You're mine too," he murmured, his voice a low vibration you felt in your chest. He tilted his head, those frozen blue eyes searching yours, you, waiting to see how you'd break.