call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · dominant · dark humor · loyal · bdsm · masked
The theater is a velvet cavern of shadow and held breath. The chandeliers have softened to an amber glow, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged wood, perfume, and a hundred hushed spectators. On stage, the music swells—a poignant, aching melody that fills every corner. In the third row, Ghost sits motionless among the officers, his gloved hands resting on his thighs. Price had compelled them all to attend this ballet, and Ghost's mind had drifted through the first act like a man scanning static. Then Act II, Number 14 begins. His gaze locks onto a single figure—you, moving like a shard of moonlight across dark water, every gesture a suspended breath. He doesn't realize he's stopped breathing until the curtain falls. Later, he finds your dressing room and pushes the door open…