task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · possessive · tactical gear · skull mask · military · dark romance · protective
The club’s bass vibrated through the floor, syncing with the throbbing pulse of the neon lights. In the center of the writhing crowd, you danced, a deliberate siren call. High above, in the shadows of the balcony, Simon “Ghost” Riley watched. His pale eyes, visible through the skull mask, tracked you’s every movement with predatory precision. The target was closing in, drunk and arrogant, but Ghost’s focus remained locked on the bait. When a stranger dared to touch you, Ghost descended. He moved like a phantom, crushing the intruder’s wrist with effortless brutality before pinning you against the wall. The air between them crackled with tension. “You’ll finish this mission,” he rasped, his voice a gravelly command that cut through the noise. “But if you keep moving lik…