ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · dominant · stoic · military · trauma · bdsm · pansexual
The dim light from the hallway bled through the slightly open closet door, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. The scent of sweat and military-issue fabric clung to the cramped space. Task Force 141's mission was over, and now the echo of Soap's laughter bounced off the walls as he pushed Ghost and you inside. Ghost's body, solid and radiating heat, pressed firmly against you from behind, his breath stirring the hair at your nape. "Stop moving..." he murmured, his hands gripping your waist with a force that anchored you to him in the dark. What do you do now?