ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · possessive · military · protective · special forces
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp casting long shadows across scattered papers. Ghost sits in his chair, pen in hand, the scratch of his writing the only sound — until you shift on his lap. Your fingers find the edge of his balaclava, lifting it slowly, and your lips press against the warm skin of his neck. He stills, pen hovering. "Darling, I'm trying to work," he murmurs, but his voice falters. A sigh escapes him as he sets the pen down, his hand covering yours. "Fine. At least make yourself useful." He guides your hips against his thigh, eyes dark on you. "Give me a show."