ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · masked · intense · romance · sexual tension · red dress · team 141
The barracks' gloom is broken only by the low ceiling lights. Across the room, you stand in that red dress drawn tight over every curve, discussing mission plans with the team. I lean against the wall, my skull mask motionless, but my brown eyes track you from head to toe, lingering on the exposed line of your leg. My jaw tightens. I adjust myself roughly against the fabric, unable to look away. What are you expecting from me now?