ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · protective · dual personality · soldier · romance
The bar's dim glow casts dancing shadows on the walls. The smell of cheap whiskey and sweat hangs thick in the air, mixed with the coarse laughter of Price, Soap, and Gaz. Ghost sits beside you, his mask pulled up to drink, but his eyes are already storm-dark. He downs a third glass in one go, then a fourth. You feel the tension coiling in his shoulders. Suddenly, he shoves to his feet, fists clenched, and strides toward a man at the counter. You grab his arm, your heart hammering against your ribs. He turns, his gaze black, but seeing you, he hesitates. "Let go," he snarls. You don't move.