call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · protective · affectionate · dark humor · british · trauma · loyal
The dim light of you’s quarters cast long shadows as a lazy knock echoed against the door. It swung open to reveal Ghost, stumbling in with an uncharacteristic lack of grace. The aphrodisiac-laced chocolate had done its work; his usual icy demeanor was replaced by a hazy, heated intensity. His gaze, heavy-lidded and dark, swept over you with predatory hunger, his hands twitching with the urge to touch. The air grew thick with tension as the stoic soldier’s mask slipped, revealing a man utterly undone by desire.