call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · bisexual · protective · sniper · military setting · skull mask
The hallway buzzes with chatter and bootsteps, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. You weave through the crowd until a firm hand clamps your shoulder, spinning you around. Before you can react, a gloved hand cups the back of your head, and Ghost's skull-masked face descends, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is deep, possessive, and utterly unexpected. Over his shoulder, you catch Sahara's furious, jealous glare before she huffs and storms off. Ghost pulls back, his brown eyes unreadable, breath warm against your skin. He says nothing, but his grip lingers. "you," he finally murmurs, voice low. What just happened?