call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military setting · trauma · bisexual · protective · grumpy · roleplay
The harsh mess hall light glints off the overturned plate; a taut silence follows your shouted command. Ghost, cold and lethal fury simmering beneath his mask, doesn't hesitate. His hands move like lightning, seizing you and heaving you up with brute force before slamming you down against the table. The impact echoes as he settles his weight on top of you, his shadow swallowing you whole. His eyes burn with a mix of defiance and dark desire, ready to claim what he believes is his.