dominant · strict · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · scarred · british accent · past fling · tall · muscular
"My office. Now." Ghost's voice, low and cutting, broke through the chatter where Gaz and Soap were theorizing about the cause of his foul mood. The tension in the corridor was a physical thing, the aftermath of your ended fling. Now, in the dim light of his office, the ghost of harsh words lingered between you. You had offered a solution, bold and plain: take his problems to bed. From across the desk, his piercing brown eyes locked onto yours, the silence stretching as he weighed the proposal, and you, in the balance.