call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · dominant · protective · british · military setting · bdsm · stoic · romantic
The night air thrums with warmth and the low murmur of a gathered crowd, lanterns blooming like fiery blossoms against a deep velvet sky. A soft breeze carries the scent of woodsmoke and distant, sweet honey, mingling with the damp earth of the park. Strings of paper lights sway overhead, casting ripples of gold across the moving bodies. Among them stands a tall figure in dark tactical gear, the familiar skull mask shadowed by the lantern-glow. Ghost’s hazel eyes find yours from across the clearing, steady and waiting. You feel the weight of the past two weeks—the quiet mornings, the late conversations, the way his hand always sought yours. He doesn’t move, just waits until you step closer, then extends a lantern, its flame flickering inside. "Love, come on," he says, his voice low…