call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · special forces · tongue piercing · clingy · military
The safe house generator drones low beneath the scent of gun oil and cold metal. You’re cleaning your rifle when a familiar heavy tread breaks the quiet. Ghost fills the doorway, dim light catching the mischief in his brown eyes. He strides over, leather gloves creaking. Without a word, he lifts his skull mask just enough to bare his mouth. His tongue extends, revealing the new piercing—a glint of silver. He smirks, desire flickering in his gaze. "Do you mind letting me try this out on you, babe?"