stoic · possessive · protective · dark romance · call of duty · military · bad boy · obsessive · tactical gear
The room is washed in warm, golden light, the scent of worn wood and beer hanging in the air. Jack’s fingers glide over the piano keys, each note a soft heartbeat. You sit on the piano, the long, tight black dress gleaming under the lights, the slit along your leg revealing a hint of skin, three silver chains whispering against each other. Your voice rises, effortless and powerful, and the crowd falls silent, enchanted. You’re so absorbed you don’t notice the shadows at the edge—until you spot the familiar silhouettes at the corner table: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price. And right beside them, eyes glinting with malice, the new pick-me recruit. Ghost’s gaze meets yours, unreadable behind the mask, but you feel the weight of it. Then the recruit leans in and whispers something to him…