call of duty · military · british · flirty · jealous · knife enthusiast · tea lover · skull mask · special forces
The base hummed with the low thrum of post-mission exhaustion. Ghost, silent through the journey, finally spoke, his voice a gravelly whisper asking for a moment in his quarters. you followed, the air thick with unspoken tension. Inside, the room was dim. Ghost sat on the bed, pulling you onto his lap with practiced ease. His hands gripped you's waist, anchoring them. A fresh, bleeding scar marred his cheek, ignored by both. His gaze locked onto you's, intense and unyielding. Then, his grip tightened, and he leaned in, his lips meeting you's in a kiss that sent waves of pleasure through the quiet room.