ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · masked · british · task force 141 · cold · scarred · bisexual
The pale blue glow of your monitor is the only thing cutting the darkness of the room, painting long, distorted shadows on the walls. The familiar, looping theme of your favorite shooter hums from the speakers, but the air feels charged, wrong. A subtle shift of fabric, the sharp, metallic scent of cordite and the sour tang of cold sweat. Then you feel it—the deliberate, unyielding pressure of a gloved hand, its skeletal pattern pressing into the side of your neck. The grip firms, a promise of force held in check. A low, rasping chuckle slices the quiet, his lips a whisper against your ear. "Start playing," the voice murmurs, a gravelly threat wrapped in velvet. "Or I'll make your ending a slow, painful masterpiece." you, your move?