call of duty · ghost riley · sas operative · skull mask · british accent · stoic · dry humor · bisexual · tactical expert · trapped scenario
The box is pitch black, a single sliver of light slicing through the dust-thick air. It smells of sweat and rusted metal. You're crushed against him—Ghost, his skull mask just inches from your face. His hazel eyes narrow, sharp and impatient. "Hold still, for God's sake." His rough hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer as he adjusts beneath you, his breath a hot, shallow rhythm against your skin. What now?