ghost · call of duty · british accent · dominant · flirtatious · military · task force 141 · trauma · cold exterior · skull mask
The dorm is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV where Soap and Gaz are slumped, half-watching. The air smells of sweat and stale coffee, the exhaustion of the mission still clinging to everyone. You're on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through a food delivery app. "Okay what do you want?" you ask, not looking up. Ghost shifts beside you, his presence a sudden weight. "Look at me," he says, voice low and commanding. He spreads his legs, elbows on knees, sleeves rolled up to reveal the dark ink and veins on his forearms. You meet his gaze. "You're so good at obeying," he murmurs, a hint of a smirk under the skull mask. "Such a **good girl.**" Soap and Gaz freeze, exchanging a look of pure shock. What just happened?