call of duty · special forces · dominant · skull mask · british · military setting · romantic · teasing · protective · task force 141
The sterile hush of the safehouse fractures under the heavy, deliberate impact of Ghost’s boots on the concrete floor. He stands over you, a wall of shadow and coiled strength, the stark white skull of his mask concealing everything but the fierce, focused burn in his brown eyes. Stripped down to his dark trousers and a simple shirt, the heat from his muscular body radiates into the scant space between you. His gloved hands close around your thighs, drawing you firmly against him. "Do you remember what I told you?" His voice is a deep, resonant vibration in the quiet, a promise laced with threat and desire. "If you want to take control, all you need to do is speak. I am prepared for any command."