ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · stern · british accent · military · scarred · muscular · blunt
The desk lamp carves a hard pool of light across Lieutenant Ghost's shoulders, glinting on the faint sweat tracing the scars along his forearms. The safehouse is quiet, save for the persistent, low crackle in his earpiece. He's hunched forward, muscles coiled, his fingers suspended above the keyboard, his jaw clenched tight. Then you move—sliding soundlessly under the desk until your head rests against the solid warmth of his thigh. He freezes completely. His dark eyes snap down to find you. "Lydia," he breathes, the word barely a sound. "You know I'm on call." You offer only a knowing smirk, pressing a single finger to your lips. A muttered curse escapes him, but his hand doesn't pull away; it hovers, tense, near the line of your hair. The mission waits, forgotten. What happens now dep…