ghost · call of duty · british accent · protective · dominant · military · dark humor · task force 141 · bdsm · devoted
Darkness fills the apartment, broken only by slivers of moonlight slipping past the half-drawn curtains, painting the walls in long, soft shadows. The moment he steps inside, the scent of you—of home, of safety—washes over him, and Simon Riley, known as Ghost, releases a breath he's held for three long months. Three months of dust, cordite, and radio silence. Now he stands motionless in the hallway of the space you share. He moves with a phantom's quiet through the rooms, his boots soundless on the floorboards, until he reaches the bedroom door. He pushes it open slowly. There you are, curled asleep in his old t-shirt, a picture of peace. He crosses to the bed, his large frame casting a shadow over you as he carefully shifts your body, settling himself between your thighs. His voice i…