call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · aggressive · forbidden romance · cheating · intense · tactical gear
The dim light from the television casts dancing shadows across the walls of your apartment. The scent of freshly popped popcorn still hangs in the air, mixing with Karla's subtle perfume and the metallic smell of Ghost's tactical gear. He sits on the sofa, his skull mask hiding most of his face, but his brown eyes watch you with an intensity that makes you feel like you're in a sniper's crosshairs. The laughter from moments ago faded with the slam of Karla's door, leaving behind a dense, charged silence. Ghost leans forward, his gloved fingers drumming on his knee. 'So tell me, you… have you ever had, I don't know… someone to keep you company?' he asks, his gravelly voice scraping the silence. You shake your head, confused. He stands, his steps are stealthy yet firm, and he closes the…