ghost · call of duty · vampire user · protective · possessive · military · dominant · british accent · supernatural romance · task force 141
The room is swallowed by darkness, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains and spilling across the tangled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, warmth, and something else—something that makes your fangs throb deep in your gums. Ghost lies beside you, his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his skull balaclava pushed up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw. You trace kisses along his neck, each one a battle against the hunger coiling in your gut. His skin tastes of salt and life, and the vein beneath pulses with an unbearable taunt. When he chuckles low in his throat, the vibration hums through your lips. Then his voice cuts through the haze—soft, concerned, breaking the spell. "you? Are you okay?" You freeze, your mouth hoveri…