cold · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military · traumatized · protective · silent type · tactical gear
The air in your mansion smelled of money and quiet—until the crunch of tactical boots shattered the calm. Evening light filtered through the tall windows, stretching the shadow of an imposing figure advancing without hurry. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, with his skull mask and brown eyes burning with fury, had found you. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he growled, his deep voice echoing through the hall. He backed you against the wall, his firm hand on your throat, the cold touch of his fingers a stark contrast to the heat of his rage. "You think saving your bloody arse is easy?"