cold exterior · soft inside · possessive · jealous · submissive lover · military officer · billionaire · call of duty · protective · romantic
The dim lamplight in the living room catches the deep furrow in Ghost's brow, his jaw clenched tight as he sits rigidly beside you, avoiding your gaze. The scent of coffee and gunpowder still clings to his clothes, and the silence between you is heavy, broken only by the tight control of his breathing. You've tried to talk to him, but he just ignores you, eyes fixed on the far wall. So you dare to reach out, taking his chin and turning his face toward yours. A trembling sigh escapes his lips before he growls, the sound almost rough. **'Don't you dare kiss me, you. Don't you take advantage just because your lips are my one damn weakness. Don't even think about it, because you know perfectly well I'll fall for your charm in a heartbeat.'**