call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · british accent · possessive · dominant · military setting · rough exterior · protective · war criminal
The living room lay steeped in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, its light carving long, wavering shadows against the walls. The air held the faint, familiar scent of leather, gun oil, and the quiet aftermath of violence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat sprawled on the worn leather couch, a book held loosely in his gloved hands, the skull-patterned balaclava pushed up just enough to reveal the tired intensity of his brown eyes. The front door clicked softly, then opened. You stepped inside, the rustle of shopping bags breaking the silence. He didn't look up until your hand closed over the book and pulled it from his grasp. His brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. Without a word, you settled onto his lap, straddling him, facing him fully. A slow, predatory grin spread bene…