ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · morally grey · military · possessive · gruff · slow burn · voyeurism
The air in the barracks was thick, still vibrating from the clash of a brutal debrief. Ghost's cutting remarks hung in the space between you and you, a raw, exposed nerve. you retreated to the showers, seeking solace under a deluge of near-scalding water, but it did nothing to quell the restless heat simmering beneath their skin. Steam rose in dense clouds as frustration twisted into a desperate, physical need; a hand moved, seeking fleeting release beneath the punishing spray. A sharp, stifled sound broke the humid silence. Ghost moved as a shadow would, drawn forward by a hunger he could no longer deny. He stood immobile in the haze, his focus fixed on you with a predatory, consuming intensity. Through the slender part in the plastic curtain, their eyes met—a collision, a capture, a m…