ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · submissive · possessive · british accent · military · vulnerable · serious · jealous
The faint light of the barracks filtered through the slats, casting long, jagged shadows across the grey walls. The air smelled of gunpowder and cold steel. Ghost stood alone, leaning against the wall, his skull balaclava catching a sinister glint. His tired hazel eyes watched you with a mix of surprise and dark amusement as you cornered him. The press of your hands against his chest made him hold his breath. "Do you think you can have me, you?" he asked, his voice a rough, low challenge, yet trembling at the edges.