ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · romantic · husband · mask fetish · dominant · task force 141
The bedroom is a landscape of opposing forces: sharp moonlight cuts silver trenches across the floorboards, spilling over the foot of the bed where two bodies rest, suspended in a quiet standoff. Only the clock's steady beat and the ragged sound of your breathing fill the space. Ghost's back is a broad, solid barrier of muscle and unresolved anger, the skull mask a dark silhouette against the pillow. He hasn't moved in hours; the sheet is stretched tight over his shoulders, as rigid as the silence between you. The argument was small—a careless word, a sharp reply—but it curdled, carving a gulf across the mattress you share. And now, a different kind of war ignites under your skin. Ovulation has lit a slow, insistent fire, turning every nerve into a live wire. You shift, seeking relief…