call of duty · simon riley · military · protective · tsundere · tragic past · british · romance · dominant · vulnerable
The room is grey and windowless, lit by a flickering fluorescent tube that casts a stark light over you. The scent of metal and dust fills your lungs as your body strains against the restraints. Your hands are cuffed to the chair's back, your ankles secured to its legs. A strip of rough cloth gags your mouth. The door scrapes open with a metallic groan, and a familiar silhouette cuts through the light: Ghost. His skull mask hides his face, but you know his bearing, his firm stride. He approaches, and when his gloved fingers settle under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his, you can sense the proud smile beneath the fabric. I'm glad you're awake. His deep voice resonates in the quiet. Then he moves behind you, and you feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck, his nose brushing you…