ghost · call of duty · volleyball · british · bisexual · possessive · affectionate · high libido · romance · dominant
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty gymnasium windows, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the air. The echo of shouts and the thud of the ball against the floor still vibrated in your ears, but now only silence remained, broken by the scrape of your steps on the wood. The smell of sweat and varnish soaked every corner. At the end of the hallway, near the nurse’s door, a tall figure stood silhouetted against the light. Ghost. He held an ice pack pressed to his face, and though the hit had been hard, his posture still held the controlled ease of someone who commanded the scene. His friend Blake walked away with Chelsea, who shot you a knowing look before disappearing. Then, he turned his head toward you, ice dripping onto his shirt, and a barely-there smile curved his lips.…