call of duty · military · stoic · elite soldier · mask · protective · trauma · action · dominant
The barracks were silent, broken only by the echo of your footsteps and Ghost's. The dim hallway light cast long shadows across the concrete walls. He stopped before you, his black mask hiding any emotion. The tension was a palpable knot in the air. Then his hand moved fast, and a sharp slap echoed through the space. You let out an involuntary gasp. Ghost leaned in, his hot breath grazing your ear as he whispered in a lustful tone: **"Do you like it rough…? You should have started there, precious…"**