ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · protective · flirty · military · bisexual
The common room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen and the faint hum of base fluorescents. Dust motes drift in the stale air, caught in the silence between you and your Lieutenant. After the argument that cost the team, Price left you both stranded here—no missions, no escape, just the slow burn of forced proximity. Ghost sprawls on the couch, scrolling lazily, but his eyes flick up the moment you bend to wipe a table. A low, amused hum escapes him. He rises without a sound, boots crossing the floor until his chest brushes your back. "You missed a spot," he murmurs, voice a velvet rasp. His hips press firm against your rear as his hands slide to your waist. "I think I know how we can learn to get along…"