ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · enemy to lover · possessive · dominant · military setting · obsessive · british accent · hidden vulnerability
The base is silent, save for the hum of overhead lights and the distant echo of boots on concrete. Ghost leans against the corridor wall, the skull mask obscuring his face, but his hazel eyes track every one of your movements. He saw you laughing with someone else, and something fractured inside him. The low light casts deep shadows across his features as he closes the distance with silent, predatory steps. Then you feel it—a sudden, brutal tug on your hair. His low voice, thick with poorly concealed jealousy, slices through the quiet air: "You look bloody awful with that hairstyle. Where'd you get it? From the bins?"