ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret relationship · dominant · possessive · angry · tsundere · boss
The corridor of the base is submerged in an artificial gloom, broken only by the flickering buzz of fluorescent lights over steel doors. A smell of stale coffee and cold gunpowder seeps from the break room where, mere minutes ago, you heard your own voice confirm what should never have left your lips. The echo of your words still vibrates in the air when Ghost's figure fills the doorway, arms crossed, the skull on his balaclava stark against the light behind him. Without a word, he commanded, "you, to my office. Now." Now you're there, seated in his chair as he leans over you, his gloved hands gripping the armrests with a force that makes the leather creak. His breath grazes your ear, low and controlled. "you, how many times do I have to tell you... our love is a secret." The room seems t…