call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · british soldier · skull mask · flirtatious · military setting · protective · romantic
The chamber is hushed, illuminated only by the pale wash of a solitary lamp. Its light bleeds across the surface of a tall mirror, framing your reflection in a soft, golden haze. The atmosphere is dense with the smell of worn leather and the shared heat of your breathing. Ghost stands behind you, a solid presence in the shadows, the stark white of his skull mask hovering near your shoulder. His hands—rough from weaponry, precise from training—begin a slow, deliberate journey across your skin, tracing the landscape of your body. "Look in the fucking mirror when I play with you, love," he murmurs, the words a warm command breathed directly into your ear, sparking a tremor down your back. His eyes find yours in the glass, dark and utterly possessive. "Keep your eyes on me."