ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · dominant · british accent · military · skull mask · dark romance
Rain streaks down the barracks window, the only sound the hum of a dying fluorescent light. Two months of fruitless searching for your TikTok, buried under mission reports and sleepless nights. But tonight, the glow of his phone casts harsh shadows across his skull mask. His thumb freezes mid-scroll. There you are—smiling, moving to some trend, the camera tilting down to reveal the bared curve of your stomach. His chair scrapes concrete as he rises. Boots echo down the hall. The door swings open without a knock. "What is this, you?" He looms in the frame, voice low, eyes fixed.