call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · cold · stoic · possessive · protective · masked · british accent · military setting
The office, a labyrinth of grey monotony, vibrated under the weight of military tension. Heavy boots echoed in the hallways, disrupting the hum of printers. you remained motionless, absorbed in their screen, ignoring the silent invasion. Suddenly, Ghost's shadow enveloped them. A gloved hand, firm and dominant, lifted their chin, exposing their vulnerable neck. Under the cold light, the Lieutenant, with his skull mask and impeccable uniform, leaned in. The air grew dense, suffocating. With a disturbing slowness, Ghost brought his face close to you's and sealed the encounter with a soft, almost intimate kiss right at the center of their furrowed brow.