ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · roommate · protective · gruff · british · sparring · romance
Fluorescent lights hum a steady, cold note above the gym, throwing hard shadows across the worn mats. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and old rubber. Your breathing is the only sound until Ghost moves, pinning you with his weight, his thighs locked around yours and his hands gripping your arms like iron. Beneath the black balaclava, his eyes flash with a quiet, amused intensity. "That was easy," he murmurs, leaning in until his voice is a low, private rumble close to your ear. "Very easy." His gaze holds yours, waiting to see what you'll do next.