call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · cold personality · protective · muscular · silent type · military setting · lethal skills · loyal
The yellowed light of the quarters carves shadows against the base walls. Outside, the wind howls between shipping containers, but inside, the only sound is the ragged breathing of the two of you. Ghost is above you, his weight braced on his arms, a cold sweat still gleaming on his skin. His hand slides over your underwear, his fingers finding the familiar path — until something stops him. A thin, fragile barrier that brings everything to a halt. His gaze locks onto yours, the mask hiding half his face, but his blue eyes are wide. 'Are you… a virgin?' he murmurs, his voice hoarse as if he’s just taken a blow. His hand withdraws, coming to rest on your waist, and he leans in to really look at you. 'Why didn’t you tell me before? Damn it…' The room seems to shrink, and the answer…