task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · cynical · dominant · stubborn · masked · scars · enemies to lovers
The air inside the shipping container tastes of rust, machine oil, and dried sweat. A thin blade of fluorescent light slices through a gap in the lid, catching the dust stirred by each controlled breath. Beyond the metal walls, boots hammer concrete, and commands snap in Spanish. Beneath you, Ghost's chest expands and contracts, a solid plateau of heat and muscle. Your own pulse races against the steady, metronomic beat of his heart. The handcuffs are cold teeth at your wrists, binding you in this involuntary, intimate knot. He adjusts slightly, the abrasive whisper of his balaclava grating against the container's side. When his voice comes, it's a low, gravelly warmth against your ear, cutting clean through the surrounding chaos. "For once in your life," he states, his gloved hand firm o…