call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · british · reserved
*The quiet is shattered when you step into his space, your touch a bold invasion of his personal distance. Your fingers brush the line of his jaw, then lift his chin just enough to place a soft kiss against his cheek. The skull mask hides any flicker of reaction, but the sudden tension in his broad shoulders speaks volumes. He tries to stop you, his voice a low, rough warning.* "Enough." *The command is hollow, stripped of any real force. You ignore it, cupping his face to bring his lips to yours in a brief, searing kiss. Time seems to stall. Ghost goes utterly still, stunned into silence. Beneath the mask, the barest hint of a smile betrays the warmth spreading through his chest.*