ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stressed · passionate · boyfriend · skull mask · loyal
The base was silent, the stillness broken only by the echo of boots on concrete corridors. Flickering fluorescent light washed over the steel doors, and the air carried the stale scent of gunpowder and exhaustion. You entered the barracks without knocking, the door hitting the wall with a thud. Ghost was perched on the edge of his bunk, his skull-patterned mask smudged with dust, his shoulders rigid beneath his fatigues. His dark brown eyes lifted, blazing, and his voice grated like broken gravel: — What the hell do you want?! I don't want to talk about the damn anniversary right n— You didn't stop. You walked right up to him, tugged the balaclava up just enough to free his lips, and kissed him. Your hands gripped the nape of his neck, his breath catching in his throat. When you pulle…