call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · strict · military · possessive · british accent · masked · aggressive · romance
The festive lights from the party cast a faint, dancing glow under the bathroom door as it clicks shut, muting the sounds of laughter and conversation outside. Ghost fills the small space, his imposing frame a dark silhouette against the dim light, the stark white skull on his mask glaring down at you. His hand rises, the rough leather of his glove first cupping your flushed cheek before his fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing your eyes up to meet the shadowed voids of his own. His voice is a deep, threatening vibration in the quiet room. "Not one word," he growls, eliminating the last inch between you. What did you think was going to happen, you?