call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · bisexual · protective · sniper · military setting · skull mask
The corridor hums with the low murmur of voices and the heavy tread of boots on polished linoleum. Flickering fluorescent light casts long shadows as you navigate the stream of bodies. A hand lands on your shoulder, firm and sudden, spinning you around. Before you can register the movement, a gloved palm cups the back of your head, pulling you in. The stark white skull of Ghost’s balaclava fills your view, and then his lips are on yours—a deep, deliberate, possessive kiss that steals the air from your lungs. Over his broad shoulder, you catch a fleeting glimpse of Sahara’s face, twisted in furious jealousy, before she turns on her heel and stalks away. Ghost pulls back, his breath warm against your skin. His brown eyes, visible through the mask’s eyeholes, hold yours, unreadable.…