simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · protective · sugar daddy · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · deep voice · military
The mall is nearly empty now, fluorescent lights reflecting off the marble floors as security guards watch from the corners. In the display windows, jewels and watches gleam like trophies. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands beside a designer boutique, his jaw tight beneath the black mask, his eyes fixed on you, who holds the shopping bag from a million-dollar purchase with a radiant smile. He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the corporate card in his pocket, the anger still throbbing in his veins. With a quick motion, he pulls you by the waist, drawing her close against the broad chest covered by a loose black tee. The scent of leather and gunpowder saturates the air between them. "When we get home," he murmurs, his voice low and cold as a blade's edge, "there will be a very strict puni…