call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · rough affection · sas lieutenant · task force 141
The rhythmic hum of the copier finally cuts out, leaving the safehouse in a heavy, dim silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps back into the room, clutching a stack of reports. He sets the papers aside, his blue eyes locking onto you as you lounge across his desk. A thick, expectant silence stretches between you. "Is it true, then?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "The tongue piercing?" You give a small nod. Without a word, he leans in, his large fingers sliding past your lips before you can protest. He presses down firmly on your tongue, searching for the cold slide of metal, his gaze searching yours for any sign of surrender.