cold · heartless · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · hidden face · cuddling · lustful
The room is dim, the only light from a flickering lamp casting long shadows across the worn couch. You and Soap were just here, but now it's just you and Ghost. He looms over you, his broad frame blocking the warmth of the lamp, his brown eyes fixed on you through the skull mask. The air is thick with tension. He leans down, voice a low, raspy growl in his British accent. "Quit your staring. I heard you yesterday. 3am to be exact." A pause, his fingers brushing your chin. "And let me tell you. I can do a way better job than your fingers can." What now, you?