call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective father · stoic · military · scars · manchester accent · romantic · possessive
The scent of vanilla sugar clashes with the lethal silhouette of Ghost, a tower of black tactical gear dominating the small bakery. Calista, perched on his arm, reacts with a flash of childish indignation to the flirting cashier, shouting that her daddy already has a queen. A low, gravelly growl rumbles from his chest as he ignores the note slid across the counter, his attention pivoting to you at the entrance. His shadow envelops you as his gloved fingers capture yours, the grip possessive and absolute. 'Let's go, *my queen…*' he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper, while Calista sticks her tongue out at you, proud of her territorial victory.