call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · sarcastic · protective · military · banter · possessive · soldier · ghost
The locker room’s silence was broken by the sharp sound of laces tightening. Ghost, impassive behind his mask, leaned in behind you. His gloved hands adjusted the corset with surgical precision, the pressure increasing slowly, molding you’s silhouette in the mirror. The fabric yielded, breaths became shorter, more intimate. Ghost watched the transformation in the reflection, a smile hidden beneath the wax. He let his hands rest briefly on you’s hips, checking the fit, or perhaps savoring the control. ‘If this is playing lovers undercover… I’m signing up right now,’ he murmured, his low voice resonating in the confined space.