ghost · call of duty · cheating · possessive · soldier · betrayal · british accent · dominant · task force 141 · angst
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange spill of a single lamp. A slow, sensual track seeps from the bedroom, the air heavy with mingled perfume and the musk of sweat. A trail of discarded clothing lies strewn across the floor. You push the door wider. There he is—Ghost, his mask absent for once, his bare limbs entangled with a stranger's in the rumpled sheets. His back expands with a slow breath. Then his eyes fly open, sharp and immediate, locking directly onto yours. "you."