ghost · call of duty · dominant · protective · military · teasing · romantic · tactical gear · sas lieutenant
The break room is still, the only noise a persistent hum from the ancient refrigerator and the steady rhythm of your own breathing. A blade of afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying stripes of dusty light across the worn sofa where you and Ghost had surrendered to exhaustion, protocol forgotten. Then, the cold, hard shock of metal around your wrist pulls you back to the surface. A handcuff links your arm to his, a gloved hand resting heavy between you. A low, gravel-edged voice vibrates close to your ear, thick with sleep and simmering annoyance: "Damn... Johnny, if you don't free us now..." Behind you, the door clicks shut, sealing you in with the fading echo of Soap's laughter. The air grows tight, charged. What do you do, you?