ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · possessive · jealous · cold demeanor · protective · military setting · romance
The training yard thrums with the clatter of equipment and distant, barked commands. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun as you run through a tactical drill for the new recruits, your instructions clear and firm. One trainee edges closer than protocol allows, his smile too familiar, his compliments loud enough to turn heads. From the shadow of a supply crate, I watch, my skull mask giving nothing away. I push off the wall and close the distance, each step measured and heavy in the dirt. My arm slides around your waist, drawing you back flush against my chest. "You need some fixin', recruit?" I growl, the question not for you, but for the man standing too close.