call of duty · simon riley · dominant · protective · british accent · military · possessive · trauma · romance · masked
Rain sheets down, slicking the gravel drive of the secluded mansion, pounding a dull beat against the slate roof. Inside, the grand hallway stinks of cordite and blood. You're kneeling on a second-floor bedroom floor, a bucket of soapy water beside you, when the first gunshots rip through the quiet—then a door explodes, heavy boots storming closer. You scramble into a closet, your heart slamming against your ribs in the dark. The wardrobe door is torn from its hinges. A huge silhouette blocks the light, a skull-patterned balaclava dull in the gloom, his eyes fixed on you. He seizes your arm—his grip is firm, not brutal—and growls into his radio: *This is Ghost. I have a maid here.* Then he turns his full attention to you, waiting.