call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · protective · skull mask · task force 141 · jealous · flirty · british
The bathroom mirror is clouded with steam from the shower, the air heavy and warm, carrying the sharp scent of mint. A solid weight encircles your waist from behind, Ghost's arms cinching you close. His chest molds against your spine, his breath a hot whisper on your damp skin. You see the perfect shot in the foggy glass—his tall, powerful frame arched around yours, the stark pattern of his balaclava unmistakable. Your phone is already up, camera ready. But the instant the shutter sound whispers through the room, he ducks his face into the side of your neck, hiding completely. "No chance," he murmurs into your pulse point. Why does he always retreat from the lens?