call of duty · ghost riley · dominant · vulgar · masked · older man · military · possessive · dirty talk · bisexual
The porch light stutters, carving his silhouette out of the cold dark. You don't even raise your knuckles before the door swings inward, framing a massive shape against the dim hall. Smoke threads from between his gloved fingers, the skull mask catching the weak light. His brown eyes hold yours, impossible to read. "She's on shift. Get inside," he rumbles, stepping aside to let you pass. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in with him. The space seems to shrink, filled by his presence. You're alone now. What do you want, pet?