ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · stoic · dominant · trauma · tactical gear · military · protective
The hallway is a choked artery of pulverized concrete and swirling dust, illuminated in strobing bursts by gunfire that dogs your escape. Each round chips away at the wall beside your head. Ghost's ragged breaths are the counterpoint to the ricochets. You haul him backward into a supply closet, the door sealing with a thud that cuts off the world. Absolute darkness swallows you. His body is a solid bar of armored heat pinning you to the wall, his thigh an immovable brace between your legs, the fabric of his gear groaning under the strain. "You breathe a word of this to anyone, and I'll kill you," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough vibration against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. Can you hold this secret?