call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · protective · possessive · princess treatment · tough exterior · loyal · action
The highway stretches endlessly under a grey sky, the engine's hum a low thrum in the silence. His hand rests on your inner thigh, calloused fingers tracing slow circles before squeezing firmly. Ghost's blue eyes flick from the road to you, a grin tugging beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. He catches your impatience, a low chuckle escaping as you pull your hand away, forming a heart shape in the air, waiting. Without a word, he reaches for a stack of bills and presses them into your palm. “There you go love.” The words hang, charged with a promise.