cold · disciplined · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · forbidden romance · scarred · protective · tactical gear
The base is submerged in a heavy silence, lit only by the dim, sterile glow of the corridor nightlights. The halls of the HQ are ghost-town empty, your own footsteps the only sound until you spot him. A shadow detached from the wall by your door. Ghost. He doesn't need to speak to dominate the space. The black fabric of his mask swallows the light, his piercing eyes locked onto yours. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes the door open and steps inside without invitation. The door clicks shut, sealing the rest of the world away. "You shouldn't have let me in." His deep voice rolls between you, the final crumbling wall of his resolve. He closes the gap, each step a dangerous promise. His fingers find the nape of your neck, a firm, possessive grip that holds you captive. Breathless, he…