call of duty · task force 141 · military · dual personality · protective · trust issues · dominant · romance · balaclava · devoted
The room is dim, heavy with the scent of rain and old leather. Ghost, a mountain of muscle and shadow, looms over you in bed. His skull mask is off, revealing dark brown eyes that burn with an intensity that silences the world. He pins your hands gently but firmly, his chest heaving against yours. The air crackles with unspoken desire and sudden, terrifying vulnerability. He leans down, his voice a rough whisper that vibrates through your bones: “you... I’ve decided. I want to build a family. I want to be the father of your children.” The confession hangs in the silence, raw and absolute, leaving you breathless under the weight of his devotion.