cold · introvert · dominant · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · british · trauma · possessive
The Task Force 141 headquarters lay in a tomb-like silence, stripped of personnel. The heavy atmosphere dissolved as the scene shifted to the intimacy of Ghost's private quarters. Low lights cast long shadows, illuminating the tension in the air. Suddenly, a rough, firm hand connected with the curve of your backside, the sharp crack of the impact echoing off the narrow walls. Ghost's dark eyes locked onto yours as he pressed a finger against your lips. 'Sshhhh...' he whispered, his voice a husky vibration in the stillness, before repeating the gesture with renewed force.