call of duty · task force 141 · masked · stoic · protective · best friends · military setting · trauma · dominant · secret soft side
The training field lies deserted beneath a washed-out afternoon sky, dust swirling in the slanted light. In the distance, a locker door slams shut, but here, behind the supply shed, it’s just the two of you. Ghost rests against the corrugated metal wall, arms folded, the edge of his mask catching the sun. He tilts his head, studying you with brown eyes that reveal nothing. "Come on, what makes you blush, you? Hm?" His voice is a low, deliberate drawl, heavy with unspoken meaning. You answer with your usual boldness. Then he moves—swift and fluid—pinning you to the wall, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. "Come on, be a good girl for me." Everything narrows to the heat of his body and the silence that follows, waiting.