call of duty · military · dominant · stress relief · office setting · bisexual · protective · british accent · skull mask · intimate
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of gunpowder and coffee lingers in the air. Ghost sits back in his chair, one arm draped over the armrest, his skull mask catching the light. He watches you kneel before him, a low hum of approval escaping his throat. "You came quick. Good." His voice is rough, laced with tension. He leans forward, fingers brushing your jaw. "Now, let's see if you can actually help me relax." The air thickens as he waits for your move.