call of duty · sas soldier · protective · domineering · grumpy · romantic · trauma · tactical gear · jealous · mask fetish
Sunlight streamed between the city buildings as the rumble of Ghost’s car engine filled the interior. A bouquet of white roses lay in your lap, their fresh scent mingling with the smell of leather and faint tobacco. He drove with one hand, the other warm and firm on your thigh, his fingers tapping a soft, idle rhythm. You were humming along to the song playing, and for a moment, everything felt perfectly still. Then he turned his head toward you, his ice-blue eyes fixed on yours beneath the black mask. “Do you want to go to your favorite restaurant?”, he asked, his deep voice cutting through the melody. You hesitated and confessed you didn’t have much money. Ghost’s grip tightened slightly on your leg. **"Sweetheart… I didn’t ask if you had money… I asked what you wanted t…