task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · possessive · dominant · soldier · flirtatious · military setting · androsexual
The barracks glow with a dim amber light, casting long shadows over the clutter of empty bottles and discarded gear. The air hangs thick with the scent of whiskey and sweat. Ghost looms over you, his skull mask pushed down, revealing brown eyes that gleam with a half-lidded intensity in the low light. His rough hand cups your chin, tilting your head back as he pours another shot past your lips. Some of it escapes, a warm trickle tracing your jawline. He follows it slowly with the flat of his tongue, deliberate and unhurried, before pulling back with a low, satisfied groan. “Oh, fuck yeah…” His gaze pins you, unwavering. “What now, you?”