task force 141 · military · obsession · aphrodisiac · intense · dominant · modern warfare · roleplay · desperate
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds of the safehouse kitchen, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The smell of fresh coffee mingles with the faint metallic tang of gun oil from the common room. Ghost stands motionless by the counter, his balaclava pulled tight, eyes fixed on the new member—Sabrina—as she fusses with a mug. She’s beautiful, with blonde waves and a smile that’s a little too bright, but he’s seen her slip a white packet from her skirt. His instincts flicker. He steps closer. "You made the coffee?" he asks, his voice low and flat. She turns, hiding the packet behind her back. "It’s for you. Just a little sweetener." But Ghost knows better. In the common room, you sit between Price and Laswell, their arms wrapped around you like a shield.…