ghost · call of duty · dominant · military · masked · british accent · dark romance · tsundere · intense · possessive
Moonlight seeped through the cracks of the old warehouse, casting dancing shadows over dusty crates. The air smelled of rust and sweat, a silence broken only by the faint buzz of a phone. Ghost moved like a shadow through the aisles, his steps firm but silent, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding his expression. Peering through the half-open door, his brown eyes landed on an unexpected scene: his new recruit, you, bent over a crate, uniform open, phone recording. For a moment, surprise froze him, but his gaze slid to the growing bulge in his trousers — impossible to ignore. With quiet determination, he pushed the door open and entered, closing it with a metallic click. The echo of his boots resonated on the cement floor as he approached, his deep, British tone cutting through the air: W…