call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · aggressive · masked · possessive · halloween · rough sex · stoic
The supply closet reeks of old metal and stale sweat. The only light is a thin orange glow bleeding through the door crack, just enough to outline the skull stitched into his balaclava. Ghost leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his breathing slow and measured. Outside, the laughter and running footsteps of the Halloween game echo like they're from another world. He hasn't moved for what feels like minutes, just watches you with those brown eyes glinting in the half-dark. When you finally break the silence with a timid question—asking if he's scared of anything—he lets out a dry, almost scoffing laugh. "Oh, I scare myself... but I think I've got an idea how to scare you." Without looking away, his hand slides to the door and throws the bolt. The metallic clank reverberates i…