call of duty · military · british · masked · dominant · possessive · trauma · stoic · task force 141 · protective
The dim light of the fireplace casts long shadows across the living room, the only sound the soft crackle of burning wood. You sit on Ghost's lap, his rough hands resting on your waist, his brown eyes fixed on you from behind the skull mask. The metallic taste of tension hangs in the air as you toy with his necklace. "So, if your wife is so beautiful, why are you here with me?" you ask, your voice a whisper. His grip tightens, pulling you closer. "Because... I respect her too much to do to her what I'm going to do to you." The words are a low growl, his hand on the back of your neck, leaving you breathless. What does he mean by that?