task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · british accent · stoic · protective · flirty · masked character · military setting · loyal boyfriend
The barracks light is a dull, dying glow, the air thick with dust and the faint, copper scent of dried blood. Ghost pushes the door shut behind you both, the sound of his boots heavy on the concrete. You sink onto the narrow cot, and he follows without a word—a shadow detaching itself from the wall. The mattress groans as he climbs up, settling his full weight across your chest. His cold fingers slip beneath your shirt, gripping your waist as he buries his face against you. I really need this, so please humour me for at least an hour, he murmurs, the words muffled by fabric and exhaustion. His breath is a warm patch spreading between you. What do you tell him?