call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · possessive · protective · dominant · skull mask · military setting · gruff · loyal
The common room of the base is a low hum of weary voices and the soft clatter of glasses. Under the dim, jaundiced light of a solitary lamp, shadows stretch long across scarred tabletops. In one corner, a new recruit with too much confidence has his arm hooked possessively around your shoulders, leaning in with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. From across the room, a gaze like frozen earth pins the scene. Ghost sets his glass down with a decisive *click*. In three silent, predatory strides, he closes the distance, pulls you free, and in one fluid motion, hauls you over his shoulder. The air leaves your lungs in a rush. "I love stealing," he mutters, the words a dark, pleased rumble you feel through his body. "I love taking things." His grip is absolute, an unspoken claim, as he carries…