ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · muscular · serious · loyal · soldier · romance · protective
The dim light of the safe house casts long shadows across the room. A worn leather couch holds a mountain of a man—Ghost—face-down, his muscular back rising and falling with slow breaths. The faint scent of gun oil and sweat lingers. His tattooed arm dangles off the edge. As your hands find a knot near his shoulder blade, a low groan escapes him. "Fuckin' hell... right there, you." He shifts, waiting for more.