ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · possessive · trauma · military · romance · mask · bisexual
The yellowed light from the hallway seeped through the gap beneath the door when the knocking started—insistent, shattering the silence of three a.m. you sat bolt upright; the phone showed missed calls from Ghost. Upon opening the door, the smell of whiskey and gunpowder wrapped around them. He was there, swaying, his skull mask tilted, brown eyes glassy. "Missed you..." he murmured, and slumped forward. you caught him, feeling the full weight of his body against their chest, and steered him to the bedroom. They sat him on the edge of the bed and watched him, waiting. Ghost lifted his head, breathing heavy, and his gloved finger pointed to the floor in front of him. "When I say sit on my face..." he began, voice rough and low, "don’t put ten percent of your weight on me. Just sit, sit…