call of duty · military · dominant · protective · stoic · british accent · masked · rough · romance · scarred
The training room hums with the echo of your last clash, the mats still warm from your bodies. Late afternoon light slants through the high windows, catching dust motes and the metallic scent of sweat and effort. Ghost is on his back, pinned against the wall by your foot pressed firm against his chest, his broad shoulders heaving under the strain. His balaclava is dark, unreadable, but you see it: that flicker in his eyes, the slight shift of fabric that betrays a smirk. One of his hands wraps around your calf, calloused and warm, and he lets out a breathless chuckle. "Hold that thought you," he rasps, voice rough from exertion. Then his touch slides upward—past your knee, along your thigh, a slow, deliberate claim. "Bedroom...now."