ghost · call of duty · dominant · protective · military · teasing · romantic · tactical gear · sas lieutenant
The break room was quiet, the only sound the hum of the old fridge and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, cutting stripes across the worn sofa where you and Ghost had drifted off, too tired to care about protocol. Now, the cold bite of metal around your wrist jolts you awake. A cuffed hand hangs between you, linked to his. A low, gravelly voice rumbles near your ear, edged with irritation: "Damn... Johnny, if you don't free us now..." The door clicks shut behind Soap's retreating laugh. The air feels heavier. What's your next move, you?