task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · harem · seven minutes in heaven · rugged · loyal · dark humor
The cramped closet smells of gun oil and sweat, a sliver of light bleeding under the door as muffled laughter filters in from the party outside. Ghost's broad frame presses you against the wall, his balaclava rough against your skin as his mouth finds yours. "Fucking hell love.." he murmurs, his accent thick as his teeth graze your neck. His hands roam, possessive and hungry. you, do you want more?