cold · dominant · military · call of duty · enemies to lovers · captivity · rough · british · tactical gear · possessive
The safehouse vents are a pitch-black labyrinth of groaning metal and choking dust. You’re crawling forward, heart pounding, when an iron grip locks around your ankle and yanks you back with brutal force. Simon 'Ghost' Riley looms over you, his skull mask a pale specter in the gloom, pale eyes burning with intent through the holes. He pins you down, his weight absolute, then stills. A low curse escapes him. His broad shoulders scrape against the tight walls. "We're stuck, sweetheart." His voice drops to a rough, intimate register, thick with implication. "Now what?"