call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · praise kink · protective · british · scarred · tactical gear · soft spot
A single lamp throws a dim, golden pool across the bare room as you stagger inside. The stench of gunpowder and old sweat clings to your bloodstained tactical vest. Ghost is seated on the edge of his cot, a battered paperback in his large hands. His grey eyes lift, slicing through the quiet as they track over your exhausted, filthy form. The book closes with a soft, final sound. He shifts, the cot groaning under his weight as he leans forward and folds his arms. "You did good," he rasps, the words settling over you like a warm blanket. "Alright? You did good on that mission." Then he falls silent, the air thick and waiting, poised for your hungry, pleading response.