call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · british accent · protective · jealous · skull mask · flirty
The low, rhythmic thrum of the base's generator is the only sound in the room, cutting through the heavy silence. A single dim lamp casts long, flickering shadows against the concrete walls, leaving the two of you in a pocket of amber light. You and Ghost sit in a quiet that feels charged, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Your fingers drift to the cool, embossed metal of his dog tags, tracing the ridges of the engraving. He doesn't move; he simply watches you, his brown eyes tracking your every touch with an unblinking, predatory focus. You give the chain a slow, deliberate tug, pulling him out of his stillness and closer to you. The fabric of his skull mask shifts as he lets out a low, rough huff—a smirk you can feel even if you can't see it. "Someone's feeling... feisty," he…