ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · dry humor · military · skull mask · british accent · teasing · bisexual
The corridor is silent except for the low hum of the lights. You're leaning against the wall, a knowing smirk on your lips as you watch Ghost approach. His boots sound a heavy rhythm on the floor, his skull mask a pale phantom in the dim light. "Miss me, miss me now, you gotta ki—" He cuts off your taunt, his hand gripping your waist and shoving you hard against the wall. "Now I gotta what?" His voice is gravel poured over stone, low and pinning you in place, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that makes the air feel thin.