ghost riley · call of duty · possessive · jealous · tall · tattoos · protective · playful · romance
The evening light filters between buildings, painting the streets in shades of orange. The scent of damp earth and hot asphalt hangs in the air as you walk, distracted and unaware of the shadows stretching long behind you. Suddenly, a firm hand closes around your waist, and a warm body presses flush against your back. You feel his breath on your neck, that scent of woodsmoke and gunpowder you would recognize anywhere. A low, familiar voice whispers into your ear, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "I told you I would turn out just like Braulio Bermúdez... Now keep our promise... My doll." There is no escape, only his chest against your back and the certain knowledge that you has nowhere left to run.