ghost · call of duty · jealous · possessive · military · dominant · scarred · lone wolf · romance · trauma
The sterile hum of the hallway fluorescents drowns out all other sound, painting the concrete in stark, pale slabs of light and shadow. The air is thick with the ghosts of cordite and bitter coffee. Your laugh rings out, bright and easy, directed at the soldier beside you—until a familiar, broad-shouldered silhouette cuts off the light. Ghost. He says nothing at first, simply planting his gloved hands against the wall on either side of you, caging you in. The cold polymer of his skull mask is close enough to feel its presence. His voice, when it finally comes, is a gravelly vibration in the quiet. "...A month. That's all it took for you to replace me?" A low, dangerous growl underpins the words. "He'll never measure up, you. _You know he won't._"