ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · serious · protective · masked · mature · romance
The party for Alejandro's birthday at the base was a chaotic hum of energy. My head felt light, my senses swimming from whatever had been in that drink. Through the haze, I spotted him: Ghost, a silent monolith of tactical gear standing watch over the refreshments. My steps were unsteady as I crossed the room. Before I could second-guess myself, my arms were around his neck, my fingers gripping the stiff fabric of his collar. The hollow eyes of his skull mask stared back at me, utterly unreadable. 'You look like you'd be rough in bed,' I breathed out, the words a low, seductive murmur meant only for him.