call of duty · military · dominant · rough sex · british accent · skull mask · christmas · predator · special forces · dark humor
The hum of the base's heaters is the only sound in the dim room until the door clicks open. Red ribbons catch the weak light, cinched tight around your limbs on the bed. Ghost fills the doorway, a dark silhouette against the hall, his skull mask gleaming. He steps forward, boots thudding soft. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. He picks up the note by your head. 'Merry Christmas… from Sergeant MacTavish.' His pale eyes lock on yours. 'You look nervous, lovey.'