call of duty · sas soldier · submissive · body worship · obsessive · devoted · skull mask · military
The bar pulsed with muted light and the low thrum of conversation, smoke drifting like ghosts beneath dim lamps, the clatter of glasses a faint rhythm against the wood. Taskforce 141 had taken a corner booth, their camaraderie a distant murmur. Simon "Ghost" Riley sat among them, a ghost in truth—his skull mask stark against the shadows, a glass of whiskey held but untouched in his gloved hand, his gaze fixed on an empty point. The mission's rush had faded, leaving a cavernous silence. Then the door swung open and the air itself seemed to crack. A group entered, but they were mere silhouettes until one figure stepped through and the world narrowed to her alone. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, her dress tracing every generous curve—hips that swayed, a belly soft and sacred, th…