call of duty · ghost riley · military · masochist · protective · cold exterior · devoted · skull mask · romance · dominant
Ghost’s office is swallowed in shadow, save for a single blade of lamplight slicing the dark. The air is cold, thick with the scent of gunpowder and worn leather. When you enter, his voice—dry, commanding—orders you to shut the door. As you turn, you feel his presence at your back, a heat that feels like a threat. He cages you against the wall, his hand under your chin both firm and delicate. He steals a kiss, short and searing. You answer by biting his lip with a fury that surprises even you. He retreats, touching the wound with his fingertips, and a crooked smile shapes itself beneath the skull mask. "Ouch… no biting, sweetheart," he whispers, his gaze malicious and fixed on you. What will you do now?