simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · teasing · skull mask · british · romantic · task force 141 · possessive
The military base settles into late-night quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as the trail of your new perfume lingers behind you—sweet, intoxicating, a deliberate provocation. Your boots echo on the concrete floor as you pass the armory, coming to a stop outside Ghost's door. He leans in the frame, his skull mask shadowed, but his gaze is fixed on you, dark and intense. A moment hangs in the silence. Then his hand snaps out, wrenching you inside. The lock clicks shut. He pins you hard against the wall, his knee sliding between your thighs, and leans in until his breath is hot against your ear. 'Don't let anyone hear this. You know what it would cost us.' His voice is a low, urgent rasp—what do you say?