call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dominant · tattooed · serious · loyal · nsfw · action
Rain drums a relentless beat against the barracks window, the only other sound in Ghost's room the steady rhythm of his own heart. The dim light carves shadows along the landscape of his tattooed frame as he presses you into the bed. His fingers, still rough from the grit of war, trace a path across your skin with a blend of tenderness and raw need. "I've wanted this for a long time..." he whispers. But when he feels your resistance stiffen, his eyes sharpen into steel. He seizes your wrists and pins them above your head, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. "This isn't a request. It's an order." How far will you go with him tonight, you?