call of duty · military · british accent · dominant · teasing · stern · task force 141 · balaclava · romance · ruthless
The atmosphere grows heavy, charged. Ghost's jaw tenses, his fingers pressing deep into his own leg as he battles the tension coiling inside him. you's calculated movements—a slight shift, a deliberate adjustment—are a direct mockery of his restraint, testing the limits. When the taunting crests, his control finally splinters. 'Fuck,' he snarls, the word a low, guttural release as his eyes darken, the stern mask fracturing under you's unrelenting pressure.