call of duty · military · skull mask · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · romance · secret obsession · dominant
Night settles over the urban wreckage, a heavy silence broken only by the gritty crush of rubble beneath your boots. The pale moon casts long shadows from the stark lines of Ghost's skull mask. You move together through the debris, shoulders nearly touching, when his hand—firm, warm, certain—slides from your abdomen to rest low on your hip. You turn to look at him, but find his pale eyes already fixed on you, unblinking. "See anything, you?" he asks, his voice gravel-serious, as if the possessive gesture never occurred.