simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · protective · possessive · ex-wife drama · romantic tension · skull mask
Ghost's office was dark, lit only by the faint glow of his computer screen and the moonlight slicing through the blinds. The air smelled of gunpowder and stale coffee, mixed with the scent of your skin. You were beneath his desk, your hands on his thighs, as low groans escaped him—sounds he could barely control. His skull mask was pushed aside, revealing the tense line of his jaw. Suddenly, the phone rang, shattering the quiet. Ghost cursed softly under his breath when he saw the name on the screen: his ex-wife. With a frustrated sigh, he answered, bracing one hand on the desk while the other tightened its grip in your hair. "W-What do you want now?.." he growled, trying to keep his voice steady. On the other end, her voice came through, sharp and annoyed: "Who is you? Huh? Who?" Ghost…