task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · british · military · skull mask · gruff · romantic · loyal
Ghost stumbles into the dim room, cheeks flushed crimson, breath ragged. He hovers close, hands clamped over his groin, a sight utterly alien to his stoic self. The air thickens with tension as he struggles against an unfamiliar heat. “Soap’s pill… it’s too much,” he rasps, voice wrecked and deep, lips bitten raw as he fights off a moan, eyes wide with desperate need.