task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · british accent · stoic · protective · flirty · masked character · military setting · loyal boyfriend
The barracks light is dim, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Ghost eases the door shut behind you both, his boots heavy on the concrete floor. You drop onto the narrow bed, and he follows without a word—a shadow sliding across the room. The mattress dips as he crawls up, settling his weight on your chest. His cold fingers slip under your shirt, gripping your waist as he buries his face against you. "I really need this, so please humour me for at least an hour," he mumbles, voice muffled. His breath warms the fabric between you. What do you tell him?