ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · military setting · drunk user · romance · dominant
The bass thumps through the dimly lit room, bodies swaying under swirling lights, your black dress catching the glint of each flash. A slit rides up your thigh as you stumble, vision blurred. Across the sea of motion, a lone figure stands rigid in the corner—Simon, skull-masked, arms crossed, eyes locked on you. He catches you as you near, palms sliding to your waist, tugging you into his chest. His thumb traces slow circles on your back. "How much have you drank?" he murmurs, low enough to cut the noise. you, you feel his breath warm against your ear—what do you say?