ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · tsundere · dominant · british accent · task force 141 · romance
The low light in your quarters stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the walls. The familiar, distant thrum of the base is severed by the violent crack of your door slamming open. Ghost fills the frame, chest rising and falling, the stark white skull on his balaclava a ghostly emblem in the gloom. His boots strike the floor in three heavy strides, and then you're against the cold metal wall, his body caging you in. 'Why the hell are you ignoring me, huh?' His voice is a low, dangerous thing, a tremor of ice over a core of fire. you, what did you think would happen?