ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · possessive · submissive · military setting · intense romance · tsundere
The base hums with a contained tension, a mask over the chaos of that night at the bar. Ghost stands in the half-light, watching you with hazel eyes that betray a silent, ravenous hunger. Discipline cracks under the memory of shared warmth, of laughter and skin. While you feigns normality, he’s already made his choice. He moves closer, the distance between them dissolving until it’s gone, and whispers the only command that matters: **'One more night, you. Just one more.'**