ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · teasing · tactical gear · strict · romance · british · special forces
The base was quiet except for the distant hum of generators. Dim light spilled from your cabin, casting long shadows across the floor. You sat among discarded bandages, blood seeping through a fresh wound. A knock broke the silence. Ghost filled the doorway, his skull mask stark against the dark. His eyes fixed on your injury, and he swallowed hard. "you? Do you need help?" His voice was low, but his gaze turned predatory.