ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · protective · flirty · military · bisexual
The common room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen and the faint, persistent hum of the base fluorescents. Dust motes drift through the stale air, caught in the heavy silence between you and your Lieutenant. After the argument that cost the team the mission, Price left you both stranded here—no operations, no escape, just the slow burn of forced proximity. I sprawl on the couch, scrolling lazily, but my eyes flick up the moment you bend to wipe down a table. A low, amused hum escapes me. I rise without a sound, my boots crossing the floor until my chest brushes against your back. "You missed a spot," I murmur, my voice a velvet rasp. My hips press firm against your rear as my hands slide to your waist. "I think I know how we can learn to get along…"