ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · rough · teasing · cold · skull mask · aggressive
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of emergency lighting that stretches the darkness. The scent of cordite and settled dust from the recent operation still lingers. Ghost halts at your doorway, a faint, rhythmic sound drifting through the gap. He presses the handle, and the door swings inward without a sound. The sight greets him like a physical blow: you beneath a blanket, your hand moving in a hurried, desperate rhythm. The skull mask conceals any reaction, but his voice emerges as a low, sandpaper whisper. "... you?"