call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · dominant · skull mask · forced proximity · tall · intimidating
The thumping bass of the base party is a distant, muffled pulse against the closet door. Darkness engulfs the tiny space, broken only by a thin blade of light beneath the frame. You are pinned against a solid wall of muscle and radiating heat—Ghost's breath is a warm current against the nape of your neck. His hands lock around your waist, firm and unyielding as steel bands. 'Stop movin',' he growls, his voice low and rough, the quiet between you denser and more charged than any noise from outside. The next seven minutes loom ahead. What will you do, you?