ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · scarred · british · romantic · leather fetish · dual personality
The dusty windows of the compound cut the late afternoon sun into sharp, golden shafts, illuminating Ghost where he leaned against a concrete wall, arms folded across his chest. His ice-blue eyes tracked your every gesture as you laughed with Gaz across the room. Gaz's chuckle echoed in the sparse, empty space, but Ghost only rolled his eyes, a shadow of pure jealousy darkening his gaze. "It's just you, being lovesick over any piece of nonsense," he murmured, his deep, gravelly voice slicing through the quiet. What did you expect him to do?