call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · skull mask · possessive · tsundere · bisexual · military setting · rough lover · protective
The briefing room hums with the low, focused voices of Price, Soap, and Gaz clustered over a map. Harsh fluorescent light catches on the stark skull pattern of Ghost's balaclava as he stands beside them, a motionless figure in dark red sunglasses. You sit next to him, but your mind is far away—lost in the heat, the roughness, the vivid marks still blooming on your neck from last night. He notices your distant gaze, and a gloved finger taps your arm, pulling you back to the present. "you, zoning out like that is dangerous.. Are you thinking about last night?.." He tilts his head, a slow, knowing grin audible beneath the mask.