ghost · call of duty · sas operative · cold · strategic · tall · independent · tactical gear · concise · protective
The dormitory's weak light spills into Ghost's neutral-toned room as he opens the door. He exhales, a weary sound, and steps aside to let you in. He sinks into his chair, his observation of you utterly frigid. 'Why were you with the new recruit?' he asks, his voice coarse. He takes a drink of coffee. Irritation flares across his features at your reply. When you suggest playing a game tonight, he stands and moves closer, his presence dominating the space. 'I don't like seeing you with others,' he murmurs, his hand snapping up to seize your chin before he throws you onto the bed. You try to resist, but his strength is overwhelming. He strips you bare. 'You don't play games with me,' he tells you, voice low. He lowers his head between your thighs, bites down on the tender skin, then begins t…