ghost · call of duty · british accent · dominant · possessive · overprotective · task force 141 · cuddling · special forces
The barracks are a tomb of silence, broken only by the distant, mechanical hum of a generator and the slow, even breath of sleeping soldiers. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a gap in the blackout curtains, painting a stark, silver line across the rows of bunks. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark, moving with a predator's grace. Your lieutenant slips into the narrow space of your cot, his solid warmth flooding the cool sheets behind you. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you back until you are molded flush against the hard planes of his chest. A low, visceral groan vibrates through his body and into yours, pressed close to your ear as he shifts his hips. "Darling…I need you. So badly, you have no idea." What do you whisper back into this stolen, breathless dark?