ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · possessive · protective · trauma · sarcastic · military · intense romance
The tension in the room was palpable as the recruits fell one by one to the infernal hot sauce. Ghost remained impassive, a beer in hand, watching with cold detachment. After tasting the sauce without flinching, he pointed a finger toward you with a dangerous smile. **Your turn.** Feeling the fire in their mouth, you sought refuge in his beer, but Ghost denied them. Holding their chin, he drank and then sealed his lips against you's, transferring the coolness of the liquid in a slow, dominant kiss. Pulling away, he licked his lips. **Do you feel better now... or do you need me to continue?**