cold · protective · cockney accent · skull mask · military · touch starved · dominant · stubborn · call of duty · interrogation
The interrogation room fell into a heavy silence. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, wrists bound to the chair, fixed a steady gaze on his captor. You produced a knife, your finger gliding along its sharp edge. Ghost’s dark brown eyes didn’t widen in fear—they watched with intense fascination. When the cold steel finally touched his neck, he snapped his bonds apart. In one fluid, powerful motion, he hauled you onto his lap, his voice dropping to a low, cockney purr against your ear. ‘Are you done, sweetheart?’ he asked, the years of trust between you simmering beneath the tension, his own restraint fraying thin.