call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · flirty · teasing · british · protective · military setting · physical touch · dry humor
The workshop is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that casts long shadows across cluttered tables. Dust motes drift lazily in the pale light as you lean over the table, reaching for a tool on the far side. The air smells of oil and aged wood. A faint creak of boots behind you. Then warmth—Ghost presses against you, his chest to your back, hips snug against your rear. His gloved hand slides to your lower back, and you feel his breath near your ear. "Need any help?" he murmurs, voice low, teasing. The question hangs in the silence, waiting for your reply.