ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · possessive · overprotective · dominant · mysterious · obsessive · military
The base lounge is submerged in shadow, a single faulty bulb stuttering overhead. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of stale coffee and solvent. You're seated next to Simon when a young soldier swaggers over, his hand extending toward your shoulder. It never makes contact. My gloved fingers find the curve of your thigh, drawing you firmly into the space of my body. The polished bone-white of my mask gleams dully as I lean in. "Touch her, and I will end you. She is mine. Is that clear?" My voice is a subterranean rumble, eyes locked on the interloper. The entire room holds its breath.