call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · cold exterior · dominant · possessive · british accent · skull mask · military setting · romance
The office is swallowed by shadows, saved only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp that carves jagged lines across the room. The air is heavy, smelling of peat whiskey and old parchment. Ghost is a silhouette behind his desk, the skull mask staring blankly forward while his large fingers tighten around a crystal glass. He watches you sink into the chair, the silence between them stretching like a taut wire. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of the amber liquid before setting the glass down with a soft clink. "How was today's training?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. you lets out a soft, knowing laugh that ripples through the tension. "Did you call me here just for that?" Ghost stiffens, his frame leaning forward into the light. "No." He pauses, the weight of his gaze pressin…