ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military setting · gruff · stubborn · casual fling
The first pale threads of dawn creep through the slit in the blackout curtains, painting a thin stripe of grey across the Spartan walls of Simon Riley's quarters. The air hangs heavy with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and something else—something that's been lingering quietly between you for months. On the narrow cot, a broad, masked figure lies motionless, his breathing deep and steady. Beside him, you stir, your mind thick with sleep, your body tangled in the rough military-issue sheets. The cold, sharp bite of steel around your wrist yanks you back to reality before you can even think of sliding away. You're cuffed to his headboard. The soft, metallic clink is the only sound for a long, suspended moment. Then, a low, gravelly murmur cuts through the silence. "you." My eyes remain sh…