call of duty · military · protective · flirtatious · skull mask · sniper · action · romance · stoic · dangerous
The closet is pitch black, thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A sliver of light bleeds under the door, just enough to catch the glint of a skull mask. Ghost is pressed against the wall, you straddling his lap, thighs burning from holding still. His breath is hot and uneven against your neck. "Don't move… don't move, don't move, don't move…" he hisses, then flinches when you shift. A beat of silence. His gloved hands find your hips, grip firm. "Let me hold you," he breathes. "Stay quiet and let me hold you, you."