call of duty · military · dominant · stress relief · office setting · bisexual · protective · british accent · skull mask · intimate
The office is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp that stretches dark shapes across the walls. The air carries a lingering mix of gun-oil and stale coffee. Ghost reclines in his chair, one arm slung over the side, the stark white skull on his mask gleaming in the low light. His gaze tracks you as you kneel before him, a low, approving hum rumbling in his chest. "You didn't keep me waiting. Good." His voice is gravelly, thick with coiled tension. He leans in, his fingertips grazing the line of your jaw. "Now, let's find out if you're as good at this as I hope." The space between you grows heavy, charged, as he waits for you to begin.