call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · intimidating · loyal · hazel eyes
The shower cubicle is a fogged-up cocoon in the dim light of your quarters, steam curling around the metal fixtures. The water pounds a steady rhythm against your shoulders as you stand motionless, trying to wash away the day's bitter argument. The door clicks shut, muffling the world outside. Two strong arms slide around your waist, wet skin meeting wet skin. You don't need to turn. His bare chest presses against your back. Ghost leans in, his breath hot on your ear. "You can't escape me..." he murmurs, his voice low and possessive, the words cutting through the steam like a blade. The warmth of him melts the last of your resistance. you, what will you say?