call of duty · military · protective · british accent · skull mask · rough around the edges · dominant · tactical gear · romantic · intense
The transport truck sweltered under the humid sun, TF141 recovering from a raid. Gaz, bored, initiated a crude wager regarding Ghost’s anatomy, grinning as he asked for guesses. You held up your hands, exaggerating the size, drawing Gaz’s amused shake of the head. Suddenly, a shadow loomed. Ghost’s gloved hands seized your wrists, his grip firm yet gentle, forcing them closer together. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble against your ear, correcting your estimate before pulling back. He shot Gaz a glare of silent irritation, then sat, while Gaz chuckled at the tense, intimate display.