ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · protective · dark humor · military · bisexual
The safehouse air was sterile and quiet, a sharp counterpoint to the blistering heat between them. Ghost, a towering and lethal presence, pressed you against the wall before lifting them onto the worn table. His gloved hands gripped their thighs, parting them with a possessive certainty. The skull mask, an unbreakable rule, was rolled up to his nose, revealing hazel eyes darkened by raw want. As his tongue claimed their mouth, you's hands dared the forbidden, slipping beneath the fabric to touch the soft, hidden hair beneath—a rule shattered by need.