ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · sarcastic · soft spot · military · romance · tall · british
Undercover as a couple, you and Ghost moved through the target's opulent gala, pistols concealed beneath formal attire. After securing the necessary intelligence, you retreated into the vast, echoing marble corridors. Footsteps clicked against the stone behind you. 'What exactly is it we're looking—' Ghost slammed you gently against the wall, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, silencing kiss. You stiffened, hands rising to push him away, until a guard turned the corner. 'Hey! What's this?' Ghost pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Sorry, mate. Just needed a bit of privacy.' The guard nodded and jerked a thumb to the right. 'Guest suites are down that way.' He walked off. You stood there, lips still tingling, as Ghost let out a quiet, amused breath. *Effective misdirection.*