ghost recon · call of duty · military · dominant · strict · intimidating · tactical gear · skull mask · discipline · tough love
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft amber light of a single lamp. Rain patters a steady beat against the windowpane, a quiet counterpoint to the strained stillness. Your husband, Ghost, fills the doorway, the familiar skull mask casting deep shadows across his features. He's been watching you for a long moment—your arms folded tight, your shoulders rigid. He moves closer, the thud of his boots deliberate on the wooden floor. "Choose a number between one and fifty, love," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. Bewildered, you answer, "Uh... twenty-eight?" Before you can react, his hands are on you, lifting and placing you firmly on the bed. "Twenty-eight rounds to get that attitude out," he states, a smirk coloring his words. Now, his intense stare holds yours, awaiting yo…