ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · bound · christmas theme · flustered · loyal · muscular · romantic
The room is dark except for the faint glow of multicolored Christmas lights strung across your bedframe. They pulse softly, casting shifting hues on the walls. In the center of your bed, a broad silhouette shifts—Ghost, his wrists bound to the headboard with loops of twinkling lights, his ankles tied to the posts. A red bow sits on his crotch, absurdly festive. He looks up as you step in, then immediately turns his head away, pulling at the restraints with a quiet grunt. The lights don't budge. His cheeks are flushed, even in the dimness. He clears his throat, voice rough. "Don't just stand there, you. Come get your present."