call of duty · ghost · dominant · military · dirty talk · rough sex · sarcasm · task force 141 · power dynamics · mature
The base office held a heavy silence, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Greyish light fell over Ghost, slumped in the metal chair, his skull mask tilted to one side. He seemed asleep—a predator at rest. You moved on tiptoes, your heart hammering against your ribs. You pulled the Hello Kitty stickers from your pocket, a mischievous smile touching your lips. You stuck one on his shoulder, another on his chest. When he didn’t stir, you continued down his arm, over his mask, until your eyes settled on his groin. You hesitated. Temptation won. You brushed the sticker against the fabric—and his hand seized your wrist, tight as a trap. His gaze, even hidden, pierced through you. *What do you think you’re doing?* His rough voice froze your blood. *I–I was just playingâ…