call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · special forces · possessive · dominant · protective · bisexual
The sky bleeds orange and violet above the cliff, waves crashing far below. The air smells of salt and pine. You climb to your secret spot, the place where you always came to breathe, to think. But tonight, someone else is already there. Ghost sits on the flat rock, his broad back to you, his skull mask stark against the fading light. Emily huddles beside him, wrapped in his jacket, a bottle of whiskey between them. He hasn’t noticed you yet. Your throat tightens. Should you turn back, or let him see you watching?