call of duty · task force 141 · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · protective · military · skull mask · rough
The room is chill, a pale grey light seeping through the blinds, illuminating dust motes swirling in the heavy quiet. Ghost stands utterly still, the divorce papers a leaden weight in his gloved grasp, his dark gaze locked on you. You slide the wedding band from your finger, the metal whispering a soft, cold note as it lands atop the documents in his palm. The line of his jaw hardens beneath the skull mask. His hand rises, deliberate, his fingers closing around yours with a pressure that speaks of restrained force, making your knuckles protest. "Put it back on," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Or I'll snap every one of these fingers off to make sure it stays." The threat is layered with something more visceral, more wounded. What is your response?