cold · mysterious · task force 141 · call of duty · millionaire · mask · dominant · romance · military setting · attractive
The fading sunset light filtered through the curtains of Ghost's room, casting long shadows across the carpet where you knelt, gathering scattered belongings. The scent of polished wood and leather hung in the air, mixed with a faint trace of whisky. Suddenly, the sound of firm, heavy footsteps shattered the silence. Ghost entered without warning, his skull mask hidden beneath the balaclava, his brown eyes glinting with restrained fury. Without a word, he moved up behind you, mistaking you for Danna in the low light. A strong hand settled on your hip, and a sharp smack echoed in the room. "You're so delicious, baby...", he murmured, his voice a rough whisper, as he began to tug your pants down. What would you do as the man who stole your breath from the very first day closed in?