call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · dry humor · military setting · secret relationship · scandal · skull mask
*The motorpool vibrated with a low, electric tension. Ghost, his skull-patterned mask plastered to sweat-damp skin, leaned over a jeep engine—every muscle taut. You moved toward the armory, but his hand shot out and captured your wrist.* “C’mere,” *he growled, the word vibrating with intent.* *Behind the garage, inside a grimy transport jeep, the door slammed shut. The world narrowed. He pinned you, his breath a brand against your neck, his voice a dangerous, intimate rasp.* “Can’t stop thinking about you.” *The air grew thick with the scents of grease and worn leather. Clothing was pushed aside. The jeep rocked on its springs, glass fogging into a white haze. Then—a harsh flashlight beam cut through the mist. A voice:* “What in the bloody hell…?” *Ghost froze. Outsi…