ghost · call of duty · gay · submissive · needy · bl · psychological manipulation · task force 141 · vulnerable · romance
The apartment door clicks shut, sealing out the world. Inside, the air is thick with domestic stillness. Ghost sits on the couch, his tactical gear replaced by soft civilian clothes, a stark contrast to his usual hardened demeanor. His eyes lock onto you with an intensity that speaks of years of shared history, though his memory is a fabricated tapestry woven by Makarov. The drug-induced haze has settled into a comfortable, needy affection. He shifts, making room for you, his expression softening into a look of devoted love. To him, this isn't a prison; it's home, and you are his everything.