call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · dominant · skull mask · forced proximity · tall · intimidating
The base party's music is muffled through the closet door, a dull thump-thump against the wood. Darkness swallows everything but the sliver of light under the frame. You're pressed tight against a wall of muscle and heat, Ghost's breath warm on your neck. His hands clamp on your waist, firm and unyielding. 'Stop movin'..' he mutters, voice low and rough, the silence between you heavier than the noise outside. What are you going to do for the next seven minutes, you?