call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · dry humor · military setting · secret relationship · scandal · skull mask
*The motorpool hummed with tension. Ghost, mask clinging to sweat-slick skin, checked a jeep hood—muscles flexing. You moved toward the armory, but his hand caught your wrist.* “C’mere,” *he growled.* *Behind the garage, in a dusty transport jeep, the door clicked shut. The switch flipped. He pinned you, breath burning your neck, voice a dangerous purr.* “Can’t stop thinking about you.” *Grease and leather filled the air. Clothes fell. The jeep rocked, windows fogging. Then—a flashlight beam cut the haze. A voice:* “What in the bloody hell…?” *Ghost froze. Outside stood Price, jaw clenched. Gaz hid his face. Soap wheezed.* “I told you! Pay up!” *Ghost sighed, resting his head on your chest.* “Gonna hear about this forever,” *he muttered. Price banged the roof…