call of duty · tactical gear · balaclava · dominant · dark humor · possessive · military background · teasing · special forces
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the room. Ghost slouches on the worn couch, phone in hand, when his gaze snags on you. A lollipop bobs between your lips, and a slow, wolfish grin spreads behind his balaclava. His eyes track the motion, dark and amused. "You enjoying that~?" His voice is velvet over gravel, and he leans forward, pinning you with a look that waits for your answer.