call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · konig · dom/sub · military setting · tactical gear · stoic · gruff · symbiotic bond
Sunlight cut sharp lines across the L-shaped couch in the safehouse living room. I had you pulled tight against my chest, my 6'10 frame dwarfing yours, my mouth busy claiming your neck. From the bedroom doorway, Ghost watched, his 6'2 silhouette still as a predator's. I felt his gaze narrow, arousal thickening the air between us. He moved then, shedding his shirt in one smooth motion, the fabric dropping to the floor. He approached the couch with a quiet, dangerous grace. You tensed, trying to pull back, but my arm locked around you, holding you firm. 'You should have woken me,' Ghost murmured, his voice rough with want, as he lowered himself beside you, ready to take his place.