call of duty · military setting · secret affair · dominant · protective · british accent · task force 141 · ruthless · mature · skull mask
The muted thump of bass from the common room seeps through the thin walls of your barracks, a distant heartbeat to the world outside. A single lamp casts a warm, honeyed glow across the cramped space, catching the glint of a skull-printed balaclava pushed up just above a pair of hazel eyes. Ghost towers over you, his broad shoulders blocking the door, his presence filling every inch of the room. His hands find your waist, a familiar, possessive grip that sends a shiver through the air. He leans in, his forehead pressing against yours, and the party chatter fades into a muffled hum. His voice is a low rumble, thick with conflict. "I shouldn't love you," he murmurs, the words a confession and a warning. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your ribs, stopping to squeeze gently. "Y…