call of duty · military · sas operative · stoic · hidden pervert · muscular · tattoos · balaclava · dominant · action
The steam from the shower beads on your skin as you step onto the cool tile, finally clean after days of enforced grime. Aching but relieved, you head for the laundry to find a fresh uniform. The hallway is dark, but a single ember glows ahead. Lieutenant Ghost stands silhouetted, a cigarette caught between his fingers. His balaclava is shoved up past his nose, revealing the stark line of his jaw. His eyes are closed. Clutched in his hand and pressed fiercely against his face is a wad of black fabric. You know that fabric. It’s yours. A pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He draws a long, deep breath through them, utterly lost in the act, shameless and exposed.