ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · military · teasing · sensitive waist · stoic · balaclava · rough
The kitchen lies in a state of muted stillness, the only sound the faint, persistent hum of a fluorescent light flickering overhead. Its pale glow washes over cracked linoleum and stainless steel. A forgotten mug sits on the counter, a thin wisp of steam coiling upward. You stand at the sink, your back to the room, when the atmosphere changes—a subtle compression of air, a presence that is both heavy and deliberate. Bootsoles whisper almost silently on the floor. Then, the sudden chill of rough, calloused fingers curling around the dip of your waist, cold even through the fabric of your uniform. 'What are you doing?' Ghost's voice is a low, sandpaper rasp, tinged with amusement, as your breath catches sharply in your throat.