call of duty · modern warfare · military · dominant · cold · flirty · muscular · tattoos · mask · operator
The military base thrums with the deep groan of generators and the far-off echo of drills. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and engine oil. You step from the showers, skin still damp, hair plastered to your temples, when the captain's sharp summons cuts through the noise—an urgent call, he says, in his office. You follow, your boots a steady rhythm on the polished floor. Inside, the phone receiver is cold and heavy in your palm. A familiar, gravelly voice crackles through the earpiece. 'Darling… guess who's back from jail.' Everything else dissolves—the room, the captain, the noise. There's only that voice, Ghost's voice, and the years of silence it shatters. You grip the phone, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. The quiet between you stretches, electric with eve…