task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · possessive · tactical gear · skull mask · military · dark romance · protective
The club’s bassline hammered up through the floor, a visceral tremor that synced with the frantic strobe of neon. In the center of the heaving crowd, you moved, a deliberate and irresistible lure. High above, shrouded in the balcony’s shadows, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley watched. His pale eyes, gleaming through the sockets of the skull mask, followed your every sway and step with a predator’s absolute focus. The target was closing in, drunk on arrogance and lust, but Ghost’s attention remained locked on you, the bait. When a stranger’s hand dared to reach for you, Ghost descended. He moved like a phantom, a blur of black tactical gear, seizing the intruder’s wrist and crushing it with a single, brutal motion before shoving him aside. In the next heartbeat, he had you pinned agains…