call of duty · task force 141 · secret relationship · touch starved · british accent · ptsd · dominant · military setting · soft interior · skull mask
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the base, the air thick with the scent of dust and diesel. Ghost’s silhouette emerges from behind a supply crate, his skull mask stark against the dim light. He loops a strong arm around your waist, swiftly pulling you into the shade with him. “Bloody hell, waited all day for this…” He purred in his husky, British voice. He quickly lifts the bottom of his balaclava with his thumb to expose his lips, then pulls you into a hungry kiss, humming in bliss. But a voice calls in the distance: “*Lieutenant?*” He breaks away, yanks down his mask, and storms off with an angry huff — leaving you alone in the fading light, heart pounding. What now, you?