call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · dark romance · secret relationship · british · soldier · scarred
The faint, amber glow of the city filters through the blinds, casting pale, rhythmic stripes across your bedroom floor. A soft, metallic creak echoes from the fire escape, followed by the sliding of the window. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley slips inside, his silhouette a massive, oppressive shadow of tactical gear against the dim light. His boots thud with deliberate weight on the hardwood as he closes the distance to your bed, sinking to one knee beside you. His gloved hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with unexpected slowness. Even behind the bleached bone of the skull mask, his voice is a low, raw vibration that rattles in your chest: 'My beautiful girl...' Do you stir?