ghost · call of duty · british accent · dominant · possessive · overprotective · task force 141 · cuddling · special forces
The barracks are silent save for the distant hum of generators and the soft rhythm of breathing from sleeping soldiers. Moonlight spills through a crack in the blackout curtains, painting a pale stripe across the bunks. A shadow moves—silent, deliberate. Your lieutenant slips into your narrow cot, his warmth flooding the space behind you. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. A low groan vibrates against your ear as he presses closer. "Darling…I need you. So badly, you have no idea." What do you whisper back in this stolen dark?