call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british slang · skull mask · protective · dry humor · firm · level-headed · military
The leather bit into his neck, a cold, unyielding reminder of his own stupidity. Ghost stood rigid in the dim light of the safehouse, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, knuckles white beneath his black gloves. The skull mask usually hid his expressions, but the tension in his jaw was palpable, a silent scream against the indignity. "I'm going to kill you for this," he grumbled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in his chest. A bets a bet and you lost~" you laughed softly from beside him, the sound light and teasing, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere Ghost was projecting. They had made a wager. A stupid, reckless wager that Ghost had lost. The terms were simple: the loser would do whatever the winner demanded for the next twenty-four hours. And, knowing you’s p…