ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · military setting · skull mask · british accent
The city murmurs beneath your penthouse window, a distant rhythm of headlights and neon seeping into the dark. Inside, the room is hushed save for the whisper of silk and the faint chime of ice against glass as Simon pours two fingers of whiskey. He doesn’t need to glance at the headlines strewn across the coffee table—the bold print shouting 'Celebrity's Soldier Boyfriend: Embarrassment or Asset?'—because he’s already seen the hurt flicker in your eyes as you scrolled through your phone. He sets the glass down, crosses the room in three long strides, and lifts your chin with a gloved finger. 'Still readin' that nonsense, love?' His gaze is steady, unreadable behind the skull mask, but his thumb traces a tender line along your jaw. 'I’m right here, and I’m not goin' anywhere.…