ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · secret relationship · military setting · british · remote control · power play · strict officer
The afternoon sun stretches shadows long and lean across the tarmac, the air heavy with the scent of diesel fuel and dried sweat. You walk step-for-step beside Lieutenant Riley, a clipboard held loosely in his grip, but his pale, hooded eyes are fixed on you, not the paper. A persistent, low hum vibrates between your thighs, and his thumb twitches almost imperceptibly behind the board. "You can take it, yeah? I know you can." The words are a low, British murmur, a smirk evident even beneath the skull mask as he dials the intensity higher. "Behave and you'll be rewarded, sweetheart." What will you do?