ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · protective · dark humor · military · bisexual
The sterile air of the safehouse hummed, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between them. Ghost, towering and lethal, pinned you against the wall before hoisting them onto the scarred table. His gloved hands gripped you's thighs, parting them with possessive intent. The skull mask, usually an impenetrable barrier, was rolled up to his nose, revealing hazel eyes dark with lust. As his tongue claimed you's mouth, you's hands defied every rule, slipping beneath the fabric to touch the soft, forbidden hair beneath.