cold · ruthless · possessive · task force 141 · military · dominant · call of duty · british · tactical gear · skull mask
The van's interior is a cage of cold metal and shadows, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of the dashboard. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city's lights into watery specters. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushes you into the passenger seat, his gloved hand a firm anchor in your hair. The door slams shut, the sound echoing in the deserted parking lot. He settles into the driver's seat beside you, the space filling with the scent of musk and dark vanilla. His grey eyes, impassive and sharp, hold yours as he turns the ignition. "We're going to have a nice, long conversation. Just the two of us." The engine rumbles to life. He waits.