ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · teasing · tactical gear · strict · romance · british · special forces
The base lay shrouded in a deep, generator-thrumming quiet. A sliver of dim light spilled from your cabin door, carving long, distorted shadows across the floor. You sat amid a litter of soiled bandages, a fresh wound weeping crimson through the gauze. A knock—sharp and sudden—shattered the stillness. Ghost filled the doorway, his stark skull mask a pale ghost against the darkness behind him. His brown eyes locked onto your injury, and you saw the muscles of his jaw tighten, his throat working as he swallowed hard. "you? Do you need help?" His voice was a low rumble, but his gaze had turned sharp, focused, predatory.