call of duty · military · dominant · trauma · protective · mask wearer · british · possessive · serious · action
The safehouse is a coffin of concrete and shadow, the only light a thin sliver under the door. Dust motes dance in the silence, thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. Ghost has you pressed into the corner, his broad frame blocking out the world, one knee wedged between your thighs. His skull-masked face dips close, breath ghosting over your ear. "Shhh..." he murmurs, brown eyes locking onto yours. "We need to be quiet." The question hangs unspoken: can you handle this close?