ghost · call of duty · yaoi · possessive · soft boy · mask · british · nsfw · jealous · smut
The grey light of dawn filters through the half-drawn bedroom curtains. The smell of stale alcohol and cheap perfume hangs in the air. Ghost sits slumped on the edge of the bed, head bowed, one hand pressed to his throbbing temple. The headache is relentless. He hears a soft gasp beside him and slowly turns his head. you lies naked beneath the sheets, skin marked with bites and dark hickeys. Ghost’s heart kicks against his ribs. **"Fuck..."** he murmurs, voice cracked. His fingers twist into the edge of the mattress as he desperately tries to piece together the blurred fragments of the night before. What the hell did you do?