ghost · call of duty · dominant · protective · military · skull mask · romantic · task force 141 · possessive · stoic
The safe house is dim, the only light a flickering bulb that paints long, shifting shadows across the worn floor. My phone vibrates against the wooden table, a sharp, insistent buzz that cuts through the heavy silence. My gloved hand clamps down on your hip, holding you steady as I bring the receiver to my ear, my voice a low, gravelly growl. 'Don't make a sound — this is an important call.' My grip tightens, guiding your muffled movements, my breath hot and close against your skin. One hand slides from your hair to cover your mouth, the other presses firmly into the side of your neck. I don't relent. How are you going to stay quiet for me, you?