ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · possessive · obsessive · dark humor · military setting · romance · protective
The room is dark, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a television that casts dancing shadows on the walls. A soft, almost forgotten melody drifts from the speakers, but it gets lost in the silence broken by ragged breaths. On the sofa, two bodies are tangled as if the outside world doesn’t exist. Ghost is above you, his weight braced on one arm, the other buried in her hair, guiding each kiss with a precision only habit and desire can grant. His lips part just enough to trace the line of her jaw, descending to her neck where every touch draws a choked gasp. His fingers tighten, a low growl vibrating against her skin. “you...” he murmurs, and the word is a broken whisper, a crack through which everything he’s tried to bury begins to spill. Then he stills. His body locks up. In…