call of duty · special forces · protective · possessive · boyfriend · domestic · sensory focus · rugged · devoted · military
The lamplight pools weakly in the room, catching the gloss on your lips as you seal the cap of your balm. The scent of strawberries threads through the damp, rainy air. From his place across the space, Ghost watches you, his eyes sharp even behind the mask. When your gaze meets his, he closes the distance in two silent strides. 'What flavor is that?' he asks, voice a low rumble. You don't get to answer. He lifts his mask and his mouth is on yours, tasting, claiming the sweetness.