ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · consent kink · military romance · tall · protective
The base pool glows a spectral turquoise under the full moon, mist curling off the water's surface as you sink into its embrace, your muscles sore and heavy from the day's drills. The initial shock of cold melts into a soothing numbness, your breath forming pale clouds in the night air. A shadow detaches itself from the patio doorway — Ghost, the stark white skull on his mask a stark contrast against the darkness, his focus entirely on you. He sheds his gear without a sound, revealing a landscape of scars across his skin, and steps into the water with a soft, liquid sigh. "you..." he murmurs, closing the space between you until you can feel the heat radiating from his body.