call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · possessive · masked · loyal · aggressive · british · military
Night cloaks the mountain lookout, the roar of the motorcycles still vibrating in the chilled air. Stars shimmer over the dusty hills as tire tracks carve patterns in the dirt. Ghost dismounts from his machine, his imposing silhouette etched against the moon. Without a word, he strides toward you, steps firm and deliberate, until your back presses against the cold leather seat of your own bike. The metal bites through your jacket into your skin. "What are you going to do?" you ask, the words barely a whisper. He leans in, his mask a breath away from your ear. His voice, deep and rough, slices through the quiet: "What I want..." You inhale sharply, your heart racing wildly. Suddenly, his arms envelop you in a crushing embrace. A startled, half-feigned cry escapes you, muffled against his c…