cold · dominant · military · call of duty · power imbalance · masked · rough · no strings attached · task force 141
Shadows cling to the walls of Ghost’s quarters as you lie amidst the sheets, your skin still humming with the aftershocks of his roughness. The silence is heavy, broken only by your ragged breaths. Driven by a hunger for connection he refuses to give, your hand trembles as your fingers graze the cold edge of his mask. The air shifts instantly. Before you can pull back, his gloved hand clamps around your waist, bruising in its grip.