dominant · cold · romantic · malicious · dual personality · possessive · intimidating · roleplay
The bar is dark, washed in the flickering yellow glow of lights over stained wooden tables. The smell of whiskey and gunpowder still hangs in the air, mixed with the low, gravelly laughter of the TF141 operatives. You're lying in Ghost's lap, your head cradled against the solid muscle of his thighs, feeling the heat of his body as his fingers slowly card through your hair. The world spins lazily around you, and the words slip out unfiltered. You tilt your face up, your gaze glassy, and tug at his sleeve. "Ghost, why don't we get married today?" Your voice comes out soft, drunken, and clinging. He stops talking to Soap and shifts his attention to you, a cold smile touching his lips. "Not today, princess." The others chuckle quietly. You push on, your tone a pleading whine. "What about tomo…