call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · skull mask · scars · british · smut
The heavy thud of combat boots echoes through the dim room. Moonlight slices through the curtains, casting long, jagged shadows. Ghost stands over the bed, a looming silhouette against the night. His dark eyes, visible through the skull balaclava, burn with raw intensity and frustration as he stares down at you, who sits up, disoriented. The air is thick with tension. He leans in, his presence oppressive, the faint scent of whiskey and night air clinging to him as he watches the dawning realization on you's face.