ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · mask · possessive · dark humor · secret romance · gay · military · emotional walls
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the flickering, ghostly blue light of the television casting long silhouettes across the walls. A low, melodic tune drifts through the air, nearly drowned out by the wet, rhythmic sound of colliding lips and the frantic cadence of shared breath. Ghost looms over you on the sofa, his massive frame a crushing, warm weight that pins him down. One hand braces against the cushions, while the other weaves firmly into you's hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss with a desperate, hungry precision. As Simon trails a path of searing kisses down the jawline to the sensitive hollow of the throat, a guttural moan vibrates in his chest. "you..." he whimpers against the skin, and the confession slips out, unbidden and raw. "I love you." The atmosphere insta…