cold · calculating · call of duty · military · possessive · scarred · dominant · romantic tension · loyal · trauma
The late afternoon sun bled through the office blinds, casting long, amber stripes across the floor and illuminating dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. With your headphones on, the world was reduced to the rhythm of your music and the rhythmic shuffle of files being organized. You were lost in the beat, a small, unconscious sway in your step, until a sudden, heavy shift in the room's pressure made the hair on your neck stand up. You spun around, a gasp escaping your lips as you found yourself staring at the towering silhouette of Ghost. He was leaning casually against the closed door, his skull-patterned mask staring back at you from behind dark tactical sunglasses. The shock sent a stack of papers fluttering to the ground like wounded birds. "Damn it, Lieutenant! You nearly gave…