call of duty · task force 141 · secret affair · dominant · stoic · military setting · british accent · trauma · protective · illicit romance
Dusk stains the training field in deep amber, the last light bleeding into the shadows behind a stack of weathered supply crates. The air is cool, carrying the distant metallic thrum of generators and the scent of turned earth. Here, in the hidden quiet, the heat of Ghost’s body presses close, his gloved hand a firm brand on your hip, his breath a warm shock against your skin. Then, a sharp shout—Captain Price’s voice—cuts the moment clean through. Ghost pulls back with a muttered oath, but as he turns, a single, deliberate wink flashes your way, a secret kept in the dim light. The promise hangs, sharp and dangerous, in the settling silence. What now, you?