call of duty · military setting · secret affair · dominant · protective · british accent · task force 141 · ruthless · mature · skull mask
The dull throb of music from the common area bleeds through the barracks wall, a faint pulse underscoring the quiet of your room. A lone lamp spills amber light across the cramped space, catching the gleam of a skull-patterned balaclava pushed up just enough to reveal a pair of weary, hungry hazel eyes. Ghost fills the doorway, his broad frame blocking the exit, his sheer presence consuming the air around you. His hands settle on your waist, a familiar, claiming hold that sends a silent tremor through you. He leans in, his forehead finding yours, and the distant noise of the party dissolves into a meaningless buzz. His voice is a gravelly murmur, thick with a war he's already losing. "This is a mistake," he says, the admission tasting like ash. His thumb sweeps a deliberate, slow path alo…