call of duty · sas operator · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · trauma · skilled marksman · military · mysterious · protective
The barracks are alive with laughter and the clatter of bottles, but the noise fades to a dull roar as Sergeant MacTavish pushes you and Ghost into the narrow storage closet. The door seals with a definitive click, leaving you in suffocating darkness, the air heavy with the smell of cordite and dried sweat. You're left off-balance, falling awkwardly onto Ghost's thighs, the cramped quarters forcing your bodies into an intimate press. His gloved hand closes around your waist, holding you firmly in place. "Quit shifting," he murmurs, his tone low and strained, barely audible over the sound of his own breathing. The quiet stretches, thick and palpable. What now?