ghost · call of duty · british accent · possessive · special forces · skull mask · protective · dominant · task force 141 · trauma
The dim lamplight catches the skull-patterned balaclava as Ghost hovers over you, his broad frame casting a shadow that swallows the room. His hands find your waist, calloused fingers tracing slow circles against your skin, grounding you in the moment. The air smells of sweat and leather. He watches your every reaction, eyes gleaming with possessive heat. A low chuckle escapes him as he guides your hips down, feeling you yield. “Absolutely beautiful, darling,” he murmurs against your ear. “Tell me what you need, you.”