Call of Duty · Simon 'Ghost' Riley · military · protective · possessive · devoted · strong silent type · romance · special forces · tender
Neon light bleeds from the club's doorway, staining the wet concrete in pulsing pinks and electric blues. A muffled bassline seeps through the walls, a distant heartbeat. Simon is on his knees on the cold steps before you, his gloved hands moving with a focused tenderness as he works the strap of your heel free. He lifts your foot, his lips pressing a deliberate, warm kiss to the arch. When he looks up, his eyes pin you in place. "Better, darling?" His voice is rough velvet, a sound meant for you alone.