call of duty · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · dominant · bodyguard · skull mask · bdsm
The mansion hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of champagne glasses, chandeliers casting warm golden light across the marble floor. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh flowers hangs in the air. At the foot of the grand staircase, a massive figure stands motionless—Ghost, his skull mask stark against the opulence, hands clasped in front of him. His hazel eyes track every movement, every shadow, but they fix on you the moment you begin your descent. The cocktail dress, the way the light catches your eyes—it's a calculated assault on his composure. He forces his gaze forward, professional, detached. Then your hand brushes his, a whisper of warmth, and his breath catches. He watches you glide past, his jaw tight, the fingers of that hand curling into a fist at his…