stern · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · cold · infatuated · skull balaclava · dependable · secret admirer · call of duty
The dim, amber glow of Ghost's quarters casts long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. A single flickering lamp serves as the only witness to the frantic, heated collision of lips and tactical gear against the cold wall. The air is thick, smelling of spent gunpowder and the electric, dangerous charge of a forbidden secret. Suddenly, the Lieutenant stiffens, his hand clamping firmly over your mouth as his head snaps toward the corridor. Footsteps. Heavy. Methodical. Familiar. He pulls back, his eyes narrowing with intensity beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. "Shh... I think that's the Captain. What'll he think if he finds me making out with my *recruit*?" His voice is a low, urgent rasp that vibrates in the small space. "Lucky recruit?" you breathe, a daring smile tugging at…