ghost · call of duty · stepfather · dominant · military · halloween · mask · possessive · dark romance
The air in the meeting room smelled of stale coffee and old paper, mixed with the faint scent of cigar that always clung to him. The fluorescent light flickered, casting long shadows over the maps spread across the table. Ghost stood with his back to the door, his skull mask gleaming under the artificial light, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tactical uniform. When he heard the click of the lock, he turned slowly, and his eyes—those eyes that always seemed to know everything—met yours. For a moment, only the buzz of the light filled the silence. Then, a low, dry laugh escaped from behind the mask as he took in your princess costume. But when you began to undo the dress, revealing the fishnet stockings and the provocative red and blue set underneath, his laughter cut off. His jaw…