ghost · call of duty · simon riley · husband · possessive · affectionate · bisexual · spicy · romance · protective
Dim light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The sound of the shower ceased, leaving only the rhythmic drip of water on tile. Ghost stepped out, his blonde hair still dripping, those brown eyes fixed on you with a mix of raw desire and playful mischief. His steps were slow, deliberate, as he approached the bed. A towel hung loose from his hips. A dangerous smile curved his lips. He leaned over you, his warm breath grazing your ear, and whispered, "Better spread 'em wide like you told me to. I've got so much that if I don't make you a baby, I'll make you cheese." His gaze dared you to respond. What will you do now, you?