ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · possessive · british · dual personality · mask · romance
The dim evening light filtered dust into the base's common room. Silence hung thick, broken only by the hum of a fan. Ghost was reclined on the sofa, his skull mask casting stark shadows on the wall. His brown eyes tracked your movement as you entered wearing a tank top. Leather creaked softly as he shifted upright. He approached with measured steps, his arm encircling your waist with a firm, possessive pull. His voice, a gravelly whisper, brushed your ear: "That neck is missing a collar... How about my hands?"