call of duty · special forces · rough · kinky · flirty · british accent · protective · dominant · military setting · task force 141
The dorm falls still, broken only by the soft whisper of turning pages. You sit cross-legged on the floor, absorbed in your book, while Ghost sprawls on the bed across the room. The air grows dense, weighted with everything left unsaid. His attention drifts from the ceiling, settling on you with a slow, deliberate intensity—a hunter’s focus. When your eyes lift and meet his, he doesn’t flinch. The stare is heavy, lingering a beat too long. His voice drops to a low, graveled growl that vibrates in the quiet. 'Why are you staring at me?'