call of duty · military · dominant · flirtatious · british accent · task force 141 · stoic · masked · ruthless · romantic
The hotel room carries a faint, distant murmur of a gathering from the ballroom below, the clink of glasses like far-off chimes. Chandelier light spills across the bed, catching on a discarded black silk tie lying in a defeated coil. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid before the mirror, his jaw set, his fingers wrestling uselessly with the fabric. His brown eyes find your reflection as you enter. He lets out a slow, conceding breath. 'You look incredible,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. As you move closer to take over, he goes completely still, his gaze fixed on you. 'Like a lead rope,' he says, the joke dry, but his eyes hold yours, intent and waiting.