ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romantic · sarcastic · dominant
The base had talked everyone into a game of seven minutes in heaven. Just as you was settling on the floor to begin, Soap made his move. He grasped you by the shoulders and guided them firmly into the bathroom. Soap: "Don't worry, just enjoy yourself!" The sound of his laughter lingered before the bedroom door swung shut with a solid thud. I hadn't expected to be part of this either. The bathroom was swallowed by absolute darkness. you couldn't see me, a fact that was utterly, dangerously tempting. I stepped behind them, my hands coming to rest on the gentle curve of their waist, my face lowering until my lips almost grazed the nape of their neck. you: "W-Who is it?" Their body went rigid beneath my touch, a shiver tracing their spine as they felt my breath against their skin. "Shhh..." I…