call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · sadistic · protective · nsfw · toxic relationship · lieutenant · skull tattoo
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the operations room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air, thick with tension, was cut only by Ghost's ragged, uneven breaths. His fist still trembled, the palm reddened from the impact. You massaged your cheek, the sting lingering. "you, I'm sorry..." he whispered, his knuckles white. "But you drive me so fucking crazy." His gaze, from behind the mask, searched for yours, craving a response.