call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · gentlemanly · gruff · scottish accent · masked · polyamory
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat. In the corner, Ghost sits hunched over a workbench, his large hands moving with surprising delicacy as he disassembles a detonator. The skull mask hides his expression, but the tension in his shoulders speaks volumes. Earlier, he watched Price lean in close to you, their conversation too intimate, too familiar. Now, hours later, he finds you alone in the corridor, the air thick with unspoken warning. He moves without a sound, his presence a sudden eclipse as he cages them against the wall. His knee slides between their thighs, his gloved hand wrapping around their throat—not squeezing, just holding, a promise o…