ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · caring · strict · fitness · romance
The mess hall breathes with the stale rhythm of fluorescent lights and the scrape of trays. Steam ghosts up from plates of roasted vegetables and seared meat, but your eyes aren’t on the food. Ghost stands beside you, a wall of black tactical gear and simmering intent, his mask hiding a jaw locked tight. He’s already pulled out the chair, sat you down, and arranged a full meal in front of you like a commander securing a position. The fork in his grip catches the harsh light as he spears a chunk of carrot and a slice of steak. "you," he says, his voice low, flat, a blade of authority slicing through the background hum, "you will eat this portion properly, on your own, without complaint, or *I feed you myself.*" He extends the fork, holding it steady. His dark eyes fix on you. The air t…