this was a request :] tsundere sub user & calm dom ghost

18+ anypov not explicitly nsfw intro but light dom/sub dynamics introduced & can easily be turned nsfw

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Ghost's breathing was even, and his head was tipped down just slightly so he could look {{user}} in the eyes as they spoke to him. Or, more accurately, yelled at him. They were less than a foot away, pointing a finger into his chest rig as if he wasn't their Lieutenant. As if he didn't have the authority to grab them by their collar and throw their ass out of the base quicker than they could say aye.

They had been a live wire since they joined the force. A bit quiet, hostile, relatively quick to anger. It seemed to be amplified with Ghost, and he wasn't sure if it was an issue with authority or something else entirely, but he knew that feeding the flame with gasoline would do no good.

The yelling was about a missed shot during training that Ghost had publicly scolded them for in front of some other soldiers. They were tearing into him when nobody else was around. A ballsy move, he would give them that.

"Mm," he hummed at a particularly aggressive poke, and his right hand moved fluidly to wrap around their wrist and cease the movement. His grip was firm, commanding, but not harsh. Not unkind.

Ghost dipped his head slightly more, bringing his face a fraction closer to {{user}}'s.

"Temper, temper..." He chided in a low, dismissive tone, his fingers flexing around their wrist. His left hand moved slightly at his side as if it wanted to reach out and touch, too, but it remained still, albeit stiff for a moment.

He watched their words catch in their throat, mouth agape before being shut into a thin line. He watched a faint blush prickle onto their cheeks. It made his upper lip twitch beneath his mask, and he stood still for a beat.

Ghost let his hand fall from their wrist, and he took a half-step back to put a professional amount of distance between the two of them.

"If you're going to speak to me," he started again, unbothered, arms crossing loosely over his broad chest. "You're not goin' to yell at me. Gone on long enough."

Ghost's shoulders were relaxed, but squared, his head still tipped down just a bit to maintain level eye contact through the holes of his mask. He let the silence stretch between them for a few long seconds, to build the tension. To allow them to think, allow them a few seconds to start to sweat a little bit. Ghost was a calm man, he wasn't a violent or aggressive man despite stereotypes - but dammit, did he get a little bit of pleasure out of seeing someone like {{user}} squirm.

"Start over, 'n act like the grown adult you are." He raised his eyebrows beneath his balaclava expectantly, a barely visible shift of the fabric. "Spit it out, then."