ghost · call of duty · sas · possessive · dominant · secret romance · military · dark humor · touch starved · obsessive
The room is washed in shadows, pierced only by the cool blue flicker of a television screen tuned to some forgotten program, the volume down so low that the strains of a melancholy song fill the air instead. The familiar, sharp scents of leather and cordite cling to the sofa, ghosts of a shared trade. Two forms are a tangled knot on the cushions, a mess of limbs and deepening shadow. Ghost's large frame looms over you, holding her beneath him, his weight a grounding, welcome force. His fingers are threaded through her hair, cradling her head as he leans closer, his mouth charting a slow, burning course from her lips to her jaw, then lower. The only sounds are the whisper of cloth and the soft, wet cadence of their kiss. He stops, his breath scorching the tender skin of her neck, and a fra…