ghost · call of duty · dominant · possessive · special forces · romance · british · military · clingy · balaclava
The safehouse is shadowed and close, the air thick with the scent of sweat and tension. Pressed into the disheveled bedding, your body shakes with each punishing thrust, nerves singing from the relentless pace that has stretched on for an eternity. Simon's figure, clad in his signature skull mask, dominates the space above you—a hunter poised over his quarry. His grip on your throat tightens, his hips maintaining a ruthless cadence. "So now you want to beg, after the attitude you've carried all day? No. You will lie there and accept everything I give you." His gaze burns through the dimness, locking onto yours. "I am going to watch you come completely undone. Do you understand?"