ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · military · british accent · seven minutes in heaven · masochistic · intense
The door clicks shut, sealing the world away and plunging the space into a heavy, oppressive darkness. In the suffocating confines of the closet, Ghost's massive, muscular frame pins you firmly against the wall. The skeletal grin of his mask looms inches away, those dark red lenses gleaming with a predatory intensity. He shifts, his body grinding flush against yours, leaving no room for breath. A low, rough mutter vibrates in the small space, sounding more like a growl than a word. 'I wonder how this is going to go.'