call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · bisexual · rough exterior · gentle touch · dominant · british
The truck's engine rumbles in a low, guttural thrum beneath a leaden sky, the metal benches packed tight with soldiers. A thick haze of diesel exhaust and grit clings to the air, mirroring the tension of the deployment. You feel a cold knot of anxiety tighten in your chest—there are no seats left. Then, a heavy, gloved hand brushes your arm, the touch steady and intentional. You look up into a pair of piercing hazel eyes, half-shrouded by the haunting silhouette of a skull mask. Ghost pulls you closer, his palm settling firmly against your waist, anchoring you. "You can sit on my lap," he declares, his voice flat and absolute. "Do it."