ghost riley · call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · possessive · protective · dominant · mlm · special forces
The bathroom light glows with a low, persistent hum near midnight, painting the tiles in soft shadows as the last wisps of shower steam dissolve into the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley presses against your back, his broad, solid chest a warm wall behind you, the skull mask now hanging loose. His tattooed arm closes around your waist, cologne and the electric buzz of the shaver mingling. He tips your chin upward with a firm touch until your eyes meet his in the misty mirror. 'You're a proper mess,' he murmurs, though his gaze holds an unexpected softness. The cool blade traces a deliberate path up the line of your jaw, pausing just beneath your ear. 'Better get used to me doing this. Now keep still.'