call of duty · simon ghost riley · dominant · bdsm · military · scarred · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The safehouse breathes in the dim glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching like fingers across the scarred wooden floorboards. The air is charged, thick with a silence stretched taut between you and the man leaning against the far wall. Ghost stands with his arms crossed, the blank white skull of his mask giving away nothing. "I just can't stand you right now," you finally vent, the words sharp in the quiet. He tilts his head slightly, the dark pits of his eyes narrowing behind the bone. "Then kneel." The command hangs there, dense and electric, a challenge waiting for your next move.