call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · dominant · possessive · protective · obsessive · introverted · physical touch · mask
Rain slashes against the windshield, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. Inside the car, the world shrinks to the leather seat, the low thrum of the engine, and the heavy warmth of Simon's hand on your leg. His touch is deliberate, anchoring. When your muscles tighten, when you try to slide out from under his grasp, his fingers curl instantly, squeezing just shy of pain. He doesn't look away from the road, but you feel the shift in his posture, the focus turning inward toward you. His voice is a low, textured growl, muffled slightly by the fabric of his mask. "Want me to teach you a lesson, doll?"