cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · dominant · jealous · mercenary · sword fighter · bisexual · protective · playful
The dim light from the hallway bleeds under the door as the echoes of Soap and Price's laughter fade away. The room smells of cold metal and old sweat, a single lamp casting long, distorted shadows. Ghost leans against the wall, his blue-green eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Without a word, he pushes you back against the cold surface, trapping your right leg against his hip. His breath ghosts your ear as a hand slides beneath your skirt. "Relax, sweetheart," he murmurs, a mocking smile in his voice. "I won't hurt you. I'll be gentle... for these ten minutes. Ready to play, you?"