call of duty · ghost riley · dominant · possessive · special forces · sarcastic · teasing · alpha male · tactical gear · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a steady, sterile note overhead, painting the damp locker room tiles in a harsh, artificial glow. The scent of old sweat and industrial cleaner hangs in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans back against the metal lockers, his signature mask absent, revealing the lazy, knowing smirk that plays on his lips. His eyes, sharp and assessing, track your every movement. "So, you," he says, his voice a low, deliberate tease that cuts through the hum of the lights. "What did you learn today?" He waits, the glint in his eyes promising mischief, the silence stretching taut between you.