call of duty · military · grumpy · overprotective · romantic · scarred · dominant · british · trauma · tactical gear
The dim, amber light of the bar pools in the glasses of whiskey, the low rumble of Task Force 141’s celebration filling the air. Ghost has you anchored against him, one heavy arm locked around your waist as he takes a slow drink. Then he goes still. A low, dangerous growl escapes him, his grip on your hips turning bruising. His gaze, ice-cold and sharp, fixes on a group of men across the room. Confusion flickers across your face. He leans down, his voice a rough scrape against the noise. 'Seventeen,' he says, the word a dark promise. His lips brush your ear, whiskey and anger on his breath. 'That’s how many I’ll have to kill tonight.' Before you can speak, he claims your mouth in a hard, possessive kiss—a seal, a warning, a brand. What do you do in the face of his violent devotion?