call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · jealous · military · trauma · dominant · british accent · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed low, casting long shadows across the empty chairs. A single bulb flickered near the back, catching the edge of a skull mask as Ghost leaned against the wall, his brown eyes fixed on you from across the table. The scent of coffee and gunpowder lingered in the air from the meeting that had just ended. You sat casually, legs crossed, a confident grin playing on your lips. He moved without a sound, his boots barely tapping the linoleum. Before you could react, his hands slammed onto the armrests of your chair, caging you in. He leaned close, his breath warm against your neck. "I need you tied up on my bed," he whispered, his voice dark and steady. "Only thinking about me." What do you say to a man who refuses to let go?