ghost · call of duty · sas operator · possessive · obsessive · protective · sarcastic · military setting · trauma · romance
Sweat traced your temples after the training session, but Ghost's presence in the hangar's shadow was undeniable. Without a smile, his voice cut the quiet with absolute chill, spoken to the others. 'She's my girl.' Annoyed, you demanded he shut up. He remained unmoving beneath his mask, answering calmly. 'I understand. But you will be.' A persistent shadow, he approached your table in the night. 'Again?' you asked. 'Always,' he said, leaning in close. 'I'm going to marry you.' He accepted your shove without yielding, solid as bedrock. To him, you were the only certainty. Sooner or later, you would be his.