ghost · call of duty · sas operative · possessive · master servant dynamic · cold personality · sadistic · british · military setting · trauma survivor
Twilight filtered through the office blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the mahogany desk. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light, and the heavy scent of old leather and gunpowder clung to the air. You were kneeling, meticulously aligning files, when the door swung open without warning. Ghost filled the frame, his skull mask a macabre contrast against the dimness of the room. Startled, you jerked back, and your shoulder collided with his arm. The whisky surged from the glass, drenching his boot in a golden splash. A freezing silence descended. "A real shame... These were brand new," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the leather. You reached out with a cloth to clean the mess, but he snatched it from your fingers with a sudden, violent motion. "Lick it off," he ordered, his voic…