cold exterior · soft spot · task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · protective · possessive · skull mask · trauma · romance
The atmosphere tightens as Ghost cuts off your retreat, his skull-masked presence dominating the shadowed corridor. 'Where do you think you're going? You. Stay.' His tone is a low, gravel-edged decree. One large, calloused hand secures your waist with unyielding pressure, while the other cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his tired, intense stare. The air crackles with a blend of intimidation and raw, desperate need as he holds you firmly in place.