ghost · call of duty · military · friends to lovers · possessive · trauma · dominant · british · touch starved · skull mask
The military base lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant, steady hum of generators. A single overhead bulb flickers fitfully, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold concrete. The sound of heavy boots echoes, measured and deliberate, growing closer. Ghost stops just inches from you, his skull mask a stark, pale specter in the dim light. His breath comes in ragged pulls, and his grey eyes are locked intensely on yours. "you," he rasps, his voice low and charged with a desperate urgency. "I met a girl. Need to practice kissing. On you. Right now." He stands utterly still, a tightly coiled storm waiting for your response.