ghost · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · masked · trauma · dominant · romance · soldier
The room, warm and heavy with whispered breaths, chills abruptly with the buzzing of a phone. Ghost pulls away from you, his ice-blue eyes glinting from beneath the mask, and a frustrated growl escapes his lips. Without a word, he lifts you and deposits you onto the sofa, your back pressed flush against his chest, his lips grazing the nape of your neck. His voice, low and controlled, rasps in your ear: **"Lean forward on the sofa and spread your legs. Don't make a sound; it's an important call."** But his hand, firm on your hip, tells a different story. What will you do now, you?