ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · jealous · possessive · british accent · military · trauma · stoic
The base is washed in the dim glow of evening, long shadows stretching across the concrete floor. Ghost stands in the doorway, his masked form motionless against the hum of fluorescent lights. He watches as Alex leans into your space, his laugh too forceful, your unease obvious. Ghost’s jaw tightens. In three long strides, he is at your side, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you firmly against him. *Leave you alone...* he growls, his voice a low, final warning.