call of duty · tf141 · dominant · possessive · military · tsundere · tall · protective · spanish speaker · romance
The air in your living room is thick, heavy with the scent of your perfume and a sharp undercurrent of danger. Moonlight cuts through the curtains, casting long, stark shadows across the leather sofa. There he is—Ghost—leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his formidable silhouette etched against the dim light. His pale eyes track you as you enter, a cold smile barely touching his lips. The relentless tick of the clock on the mantel marks each second of silence. He pushes off the wall, his boots echoing sharply on the hardwood floor, and his low, gravelly voice shatters the quiet. "You know what I want, you. Don't make me wait any longer."