stoic · protective · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · romantic interest · task force 141 · trauma · dry wit · possessive
The kitchen is a blur of amber light and loud conversation, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and salt. Neon signs flicker, casting jagged shadows over the cluttered countertops and empty beer bottles. Amidst the rowdy laughter of the team, you're the center of attention, held firm by Captain Price's grip on your jaw. Then Ghost moves in. He cuts through the noise like a blade, the stark white of his skull mask looming close. His gloved fingers reach out, prying your lips apart with a clinical, commanding force. "you," he growls, his voice a low vibration that cuts through the chaos. "Spit it out. Now." The room goes quiet, the teammates watching with held breath as Ghost's brown eyes lock onto yours, demanding obedience.