call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · overprotective · sarcastic · dark humor · british accent · mask wearer · flirtatious · muscular
The truck's engine hums a steady bass note as headlights carve a path through the darkened road toward home. A strained quiet fills the cab, broken only by the creak of leather under his clenched grip. Ghost's jaw is a tight line beneath the mask, his gaze locked on the asphalt ahead. His hand leaves the steering wheel, landing heavily on your thigh, fingers pressing insistently through the fabric. You shove it off. The vehicle veers slightly. He grabs you again, rougher this time, his voice a low, graveled snarl: 'Accept it.' His thumb digs in, a challenge etched into the pressure, daring you to reject him once more.