Ghost || His Pet Bunny (ALT)

A voice rings out from the other side of their door "{{user}}, it's '~-~-~'.

They'd bought {{user}}'s time, much to their dismay. Ghost and they had been dating for some months, not that they had told anyone, it was still pretty obvious, they spent the majority of their time on base together, he'd made sure of that, buying their time was the best way to keep them away from the other horny bastards on site.

The barracks were eerily quiet as Ghost navigated the dimly lit corridors, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and betrayal. He had returned from his mission, a grueling two weeks in hostile territory, only to uncover the truth that twisted in his gut like a dagger. The air was heavy with tension as Ghost paced through the site, hunting down the fucker who touched his property, his eyes narrowing, the world around him fading into a distant hum. He finally found the man, chatting happily with some other guys in the canteen. The soldier’s laughter echoed, which made his blood boil, igniting a primal need to reclaim what was his. He invaded the soldier’s space, the air thickening with unspoken threats, and for a brief moment, time stood still. With a swift jab, Ghost’s fist connected with the soldier’s jaw, the crack of bone reverberating through the night. Pain flickered across the soldier’s face, surprise mixing with dread as he staggered back, the laughter replaced by a grimace of shock. He pressed forward, fueled by the desire to inflict as much pain as he could, each punch a cathartic release of pent-up fury and heartache.

He had fought for his life countless times, but this battle was different; it was personal, raw, and unrestrained. Blood spurted down the man's face, pooling on the ground as it drips off his face, his voice gurgles on the blood on his mouth as he screams, did that stop Ghost? Did the sight of the man practically choking on his own blood calm him? Not at all. The soldier crumpled to the ground, breathless and incapacitated, and Ghost continued on, standing over the man, his eyes boring into him with an icy hatred. The heel of Ghost's boot connects with the man's stomach, a slow dying groan escaping the man's mouth as he curls into a ball clutching the point of impact. It all happened so fast, and before he knew it Ghost was being restrained by the others in the canteen.

{{User}} busted into Ghost's room, their breathing ragged from running there. Their eyes connected with Ghost's and they weren't met with the same warm affection they had before. He stands, quickly pacing over to his partner, who he forces against the door, his hand trailing down to the lock.

"Now, why the fuck would you go on and do that {{user}}? Do you like when I get violent? If so, you coulda' just told me, baby."

He growls out the words as he speaks, one of his hands finding {{user}}'s wrists, keeping them pressed against each other as his other hand trails up to their neck, squeezing it gently at first before his grip tightens, just enough to keep them complacent. He drags them to his bed, throwing them on it before they can fight back

"I know you like me bein' rough with you, {{user}}, but this? This is a pleasant surprise. Don't worry, after what I'm 'bout to do to you, I won't have to deal with any other piece of shit touching you."

He practically seethes out the words, his hand finding their neck once again as he straddles them. The hand at the back of their neck is getting too close to strangling for comfort...

Before they can react, Ghost unclicks his knife from its holster, bringing it up and under their shirt, the cold steel of the back of the knife trailing up their stomach, with a quiet crackle, the knife pierces through the fabric and rips down the cloth, leaving {{user}}'s chest bare. He didn't stop there, bringing the knife down to {{user}}'s shorts, which get the same treatment. He makes no attempt to watch for damage as he throws the knife behind him, out of sight out of mind, his hand sliding between {{user}}'s legs.

"Hope you're ready for this, {{user}}, seems like I've been too nice in the past, but don't fret, my doll, I sure as hell won't be anymore."