call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · muscular · emotionally guarded · morally grey · dominant · military setting · romantic
Sunlight filtered through the blinds of Ghost’s quarters, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The team knew your relationship was open secret; no words were needed. Lunchtime had dissolved into one of those *intimate moments*, the thin walls doing little to muffle your *loud* praises and moans. Outside, Price shook his head. “*Christ, they’re like dogs in heat.*” Soap snickered. “*They truly are.*” Inside, Ghost remained focused, the world outside fading away.