call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · scarred · shirtless · british accent · tsundere · action
The dim light of the barracks flickers, casting long shadows across the floor. The air still smells of sweat and steam from the shower. Ghost, shirtless, his skin beaded with water, stands in the doorway, brow furrowed. He catches you mid-jump, hands clenched between your thighs. A smirk plays under his mask as his eyes land on the familiar fabric clinging to you. “Is that my shirt..?”