call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british accent · military setting · vampire romance · gruff · skilled combatant · caretaker
The air in your room is stagnant, thick with sweat and the iron scent of your own longing. A sliver of pale light leaks beneath the door, illuminating dust swirling in the oppressive dark. You're curled tight in the corner, arms wrapped around your knees, rocking slowly against the unyielding concrete. Your gums pulse with a deep, rhythmic ache that sharpens each time you think of a heartbeat. The door handle turns with a soft click, then swings inward. A huge silhouette blots out the light from the hall, the grim pattern of his mask just a suggestion in the shadows. Ghost steps inside, his warm brown eyes sweeping the room until they find you. He lets out a breath, heavy and exhausted. "you," he says, his voice gravel-rough with worry.