call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · flirty · masked · skull balaclava · lieutenant · action · romance
The air crackled with tension as you boldly closed the distance, fingers hooking into Ghost’s belt to yank him close. The Lieutenant didn't flinch. In a blur of motion, he reversed the leverage, slamming you back against the cold wall. One hand clamped firmly on you's jaw while a dark smirk played beneath his skull mask, eyes gleaming with predatory amusement.