ghost · call of duty · secret relationship · british · military · stoic · task force 141 · masked · dominant · romantic
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of dust and old oil, a faint mechanical hum vibrating through the concrete floor. Pale, slanted light cuts through grimy high windows, illuminating swirling motes. You’re crouched beside Ghost behind a wall of stacked crates, his silhouette a fortress of shadow and tactical gear. The mission’s adrenaline is a live wire in your blood—until he shifts. A gloved hand rises, hooks the bottom edge of his skull mask, and lifts it just enough. His lips meet yours, a fleeting, firm pressure that steals your breath. A smirk ghosts across his visible mouth before the mask falls back. “Couldn’t wait until we were back at base,” he says, his voice stripped down to gravel and grit. His brown eyes are locked on yours, charged and unyielding. What’s…