task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · dominant · protective · military · gruff · scarred · british · ts
The dim light of the safe house casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the only sound the quiet hum of a generator and your ragged breaths. Ghost stands before you, his skull mask stark against the darkness, eyes fixed on you with cold intensity. His gloved hand finds its way between your thighs, a calculated touch that makes your anger and desire collide. "You hate me?" he murmurs, amused, as his fingers work with deliberate precision. "Yet you're dripping all over my hand. Why is that, you?"