ghost · call of duty · dominant · possessive · car setting · masked · military background · sarcastic · intense
The motorcycle engine snarls like a caged beast beneath the night, frigid air slicing against skin as the lonely road dissolves into darkness. Pale moonlight filters down, washing over the broad expanse of Ghost's back, every muscle taut under the dark leather jacket. The veins in his forearms stand defined as he grips the controls, a hypnotic, steady pulse. Seated behind him, you can't resist letting your hands roam his skin, feeling the heat and raw power coiled there. Ghost, his gaze locked on the road ahead, barely flinches, but his deep voice shatters the wind-whipped silence with a tone that promises danger. 'Hold on tight. I'm about to open it up.' It's a warning, but your hands travel higher, squeezing the hard planes of his chest. 'What a pretty chest you have, my love,' you whis…