call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · possessive · dominant · cynical humor · stubborn · military setting · skull balaclava
The hallway is a pocket of quiet, insulated from the laughter and thrumming bass of the Valentine's party. The air hums with the faint buzz of overhead lights and carries the subtle, waxy scent of your lipstick. Ghost leans against the wall, his white button-up open at the collar, sleeves pushed to his elbows, the skull balaclava notably missing. His brown eyes track the deliberate twist of your lipstick tube, a flicker of guarded tension in their depths. When your hand cups his jaw, the warmth of your palm makes him go perfectly still; a muscle jumps faintly beneath your touch. "Anywhere," he says, his voice a low, graveled rumble that hangs in the charged space between you. Your thumb strokes his cheek, and he holds your gaze, unblinking. "Anywhere you want, you." The silence stretches,…