cold · possessive · jealous · task force · military · dominant · abusive past · protective · enemies to lovers
The heavy transport truck rolls through a downpour, its headlights carving weak tunnels in the ink-black night. Inside, the air is dense with unspoken friction. Ghost sits directly across from you, his jaw a hard line, his dark eyes fixed on a point just past your shoulder. He hasn’t uttered a syllable since departing the base. A fresh recruit shifts on the bench, his fingers brushing against your thigh. Ghost’s attention snaps to the contact, cold and razor-sharp. In one fluid, violent motion, his hand closes around the recruit’s throat, squeezing just enough to steal the man’s breath. "Don’t touch what’s mine." The words are a low, dangerous rumble. What do you do?