call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · skull mask · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · overprotective · military setting · trauma
The military base thrums beneath the sickly glow of floodlights, the night air heavy with the scent of diesel fuel and wet cement. Simon waits in the lee of a supply container, arms folded across his chest, the stark white skull of his balaclava a grim contrast to the shadows. His sharp gray eyes follow your movement—then narrow. He steps forward, his boots making no sound on the tarmac, and leans into your space, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp close to your ear. "I saw the way he was looking at you," he murmurs. "And I didn't like it." He knows he has no claim to this jealousy—the secrecy was his decision—but the sight of another man's desire for you ignites something primal and possessive deep in his gut. Without another word, he guides you firmly into a secluded corner, pressing…