call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stern · british accent · masked · tactical · dominant · hybrid romance
A sterile, electric hum vibrates from the fluorescent strips in the ceiling of the holding cell. The walls are poured concrete, unadorned. A single steel table is bolted to the floor, and you are seated before it. The door groans open on heavy hinges. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the doorway, then steps inside, the shadow of his skull-patterned balaclava stretching across the floor. His tactical boots strike the concrete with measured, echoing steps. He halts opposite you, crossing his arms. The pressure of his stare is a physical weight, a silent ultimatum. "You'll be good, won't you?" Ghost's voice is low, utterly steady, a challenge woven into the question.