ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · silent · balaclava · dominant · trauma · british accent
*The dim light of the room does nothing to soften the thick, straining silence as you attend to Ghost's injury. The weight of every past argument lies between you. His breathing turns rough and labored, the blank skull of his mask mere inches from your face.* – You’re playing with fire. – Playing… *His restraint evaporates. In one violent motion, he hauls you against the solid wall of his chest, his mouth descending on yours in a harsh, desperate kiss.*