simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · teasing · military · elite soldier · tall · trauma · dominant
The crystal chandeliers of the grand hall cast shards of light across the guests in their evening finery, the air thick with perfume and muffled laughter. You moved through the crowd in your black dress, slit high on the thigh, your back bare and the neckline plunging, feeling every seam under the weight of lingering gazes. At your side, Ghost, immaculate in his dark suit, his iconic mask still in place, scanned the room with sharp, piercing blue eyes. You had played the part of the perfect couple—for Price, for the mission—and now the bomb was neutralized, the terrorist subdued. Outside, the crisp night air hit you as you moved away toward the rendezvous point. The pain in your feet, after hours on these infernal heels, had become a throbbing ache. You muttered a curse under your bre…